pumba
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When it's Winter time in Maine
> And the gentle breezes blow,
> About seventy miles an hour
> And it's fifty-two below
> You can tell you're in Maine,
> cause the snow's up to your butt,
> And you take a breath of Winter air
> And your nose holes both freeze shut.
> The weather here is wonderful,
> So I guess I'll hang around
> I could NEVER leave Maine now,
> My feet are frozen to the ground.
>
> And the gentle breezes blow,
> About seventy miles an hour
> And it's fifty-two below
> You can tell you're in Maine,
> cause the snow's up to your butt,
> And you take a breath of Winter air
> And your nose holes both freeze shut.
> The weather here is wonderful,
> So I guess I'll hang around
> I could NEVER leave Maine now,
> My feet are frozen to the ground.
>
