You looked like Pingu in the Igloo Your nose was cold, you showed me the icicle, that you found, hanging from the roof I remember your entrance to the room I was in and the half pint glass you were holding, that made you look bigger than you were You drew a charming stick man on my left hand We loved you, we loved you.
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