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Winter is icumen in,Lhude sing Goddamm,Raineth drop and staineth slop, And how the wind doth ramm! Sing: Goddamm. Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us, An ague hath my ham Damm you; Sing: Goddamm. Goddamm, Goddamm, ’tis why I am, Goddamm, So ’gainst the winter’s balm. Sing goddamm, damm, sing goddamm, Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.
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