Four o'clock on a dismal February afternoon, and a raw rain had finally begun to fall; the Concert Grove was utterly deserted. Music floated out from the Wollman Rink, but surely that, too, would be empty.
No...under Lincoln's mournful gaze, three figures, two in black and one in red, ignored the raindrops and went through their paces.
They were skating to—I am not making this up—"I've Got My Love to Keep Me Warm."
"Off with my overcoat, off with my glove
I need no overcoat, I'm burning with love!
My heart's on fire, the flame grows higher,
So I will weather the storm!
What do I care how much it may storm?
I've got my love to keep me warm."
—Irving Berlin
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