When it snows, ain't it thrilling,

Later on, we'll conspire, as we dream by the fire

In the lane, snow is glistening, a beautiful sight, we're happy tonight,

Gone away is the bluebird, here to stay is a new bird he sings a love song,

There's a quaint little town not a clock has been wound

Welche Freude überall, tief verschneit ist unser Tal

Wrong choose dream?

The pink shark, a dream

I guess that this must be the place

Believe, believe in mystery

So here come a riddle, here come a clue

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