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…

Birdy – White Winter Hymnal

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