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| Behind this wall of glass I am yearning, to be free This Christmastime, dear Santa Bring my loved one close to me He seems so far away from me Yet nearer, to my heart Santa, let those reindeer fly Let us never be apart I don't like my solitude Nor the chains that tightly bind Santa, open up his heart, So my sweet gift, he will find It's not a fancy present Let the Christmas lights grow dim I'll lay upon the silken snow Just me, wrapped up for him COPYRIGHT Susan Jane Kahon Dec. 21, 2004 ICYU |
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by The JavaScript Source
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