Sunshine never looked so fine
Can turn a brick to gold
Can place a man in his prime
You can climb a mountain
You can sleep on its side
You'll see a golden bear
A view a million miles wide
Sycamore leaves
Berries on the vine
Kill a wolverine
Hang'em up to dry
Wear warm clothes
In the northern heights
You won't get a runny nose
You'll be feeling allright
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