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As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Finnish mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the Tuusula
And his mama cries
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another hungry mouth to feed
In the Tuusula

People, don't you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be an angry young woman some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way