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When the tips of my fingers are blue and cold as ice
and no amount of hot air will suffice
I reach to right hand side of the car
and I find something quite bizzare
No gloves! I am afraid, and my fingers are still frozen yet
a glove compartment without its name, my hope is quite beset
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