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Paroles: Fleet Foxes. White Winter Hymnal.

I was following the pack
all swallowed in their coats
with scarves of red tied ?round their throats
to keep their little heads
from fallin? in the snow
And I turned ?round and there you go
And, Michael, you would fall
and turn the white snow red as strawberries
in the summertime..