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The sea lies solid under ice, The blizzard seldom stops; The glögi's running freely In friendly coffee-shops; The trams still run and life goes on And still I can't remember Why no-one ever calls a song "Helsinki in November".
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May 22, 2010
May 22, 2010 at 9:11 PM UTC
Not April in Paris
The sea lies solid under ice, The blizzard seldom stops; The glögi's running freely In friendly coffee-shops; The trams still run and life goes on And still I can't remember Why no-one ever calls a song "Helsinki in November".
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May 22, 2010
May 22, 2010 at 9:11 PM UTC
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