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WHEN the wind blows thro your whiskers
On a wild cold winter day,
— Whan you've lett yeur gamp, when your feet arc
And you're feeiirg far from gay.
When you've mi&ea your train aud its starts to
raio,
And you doubt if you'll endure—
Don't grew morcrc, just take a d<«e
Of Woods' Great Pepperniiut Cure.
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