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Welcome
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back,
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winter
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once
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again
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and
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put
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on
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your
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warm,
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fuzzy
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sweater
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'cause
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you'll
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feel
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much
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better
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when
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the
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snowflakes
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fall
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gently
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to
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the
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ground.
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The
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temperature
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drops
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and
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your
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shivers
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freeze
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all
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the
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rivers
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around,
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but
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I'll
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keep
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you
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warm.
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If
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speed's
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a
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pro,
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inertia
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must
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be
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a
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con
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'cause
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the
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cold
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wind
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blows
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at
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Answer
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precise
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rates
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when
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I've
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got
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my
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iceskates
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on.
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If
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all
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the
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roads
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were
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paved
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with
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ice
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that
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wouldn't
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thaw
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or
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crack,
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I
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could
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skate
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from
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Maine
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to
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Nebraska,
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then
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on
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to
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Alaska
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and
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back
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'cause
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you
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keep
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me
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warm.
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Peer
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over
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the
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edge,
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can
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you
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see
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me?
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Rivulets
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flow
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from
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your
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eyes.
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Paint
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runs
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from
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your
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mouth
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like
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a
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waterfall
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and
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your
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lungs
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crystalize.
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I'll
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travel
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the
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sub-zero
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tundra,
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I'll
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brave
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glaciers
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and
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frozen
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lakes,
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and
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that's
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just
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the
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tip
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of
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the
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iceberg;
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I'll
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do
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whatever
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it
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takes
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to
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change.
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Farewell
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powdery
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paradise.
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We'd
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rather
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skate
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on
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the
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thinnest
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ice.
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Fingers
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failed
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us
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before
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they
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froze.
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Frostbite
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bit
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down
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on
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all
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our
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toes.
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Snow
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drifts
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build
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up
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and
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enfold
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us
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as
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we
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wait
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out
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this
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winter
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storm.
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So
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we
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snuggle
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close
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in
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the
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darkness
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and
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keep
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each
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other
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so
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warm.
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