| In sunny Brazil sometime in September
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| The Chukchi is resting, sitting on the mountain
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| And sighs timidly or quietly
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| December children eat ice cream
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| Lying on the beach in sunny Brazil
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| The Chukchi will not freeze clear and a hedgehog,
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| But in the tropical heat of the northern tarzan
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| Thinking about snow looking out to the ocean
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| Give me a puff
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| I will blind you a horse
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| White, white, white clouds
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| Give me, give me, give me, give me
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| Give me north, give me far
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| And the glow of my snows.
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| Give me a puff
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| I will blind you a horse
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| White, white, white clouds
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| Give me, give me, give me, give me
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| Give me north, give me far
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| And the glow of my snows.
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| In sunny Brazil in the rose of islands
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| Chukchi kills southern mosquitoes
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| And a kind soul sneezes with frost,
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| Warming polar bear cubs in the refrigerator.
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| In sunny Brazil, sunny as a dream
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| The Chukchi mows the northern lawn
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| And the pink dawn sighs with a pipe
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| The northern lights surprise everyone.
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| Give me a puff
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| I will blind you a horse
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| White, white, white clouds
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| Give me, give me, give me, give me
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| Give me north, give me far
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| And the glow of my snows. |