| My mother said, «I'm a survivor
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| I pull together Christmas every year.»
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| «Something has to last,» she said
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| «Once a year let’s have the past.»
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| And then one year to reach up high
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| To hang an angel from the tree
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| Became a painful thing
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| «Besides she’s lost her wing,» my mother said:
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| «Things fall apart but they never leave my heart.»
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| Good Morning
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| Good Night
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| It’s Christmas
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| «Things fall apart but they never leave my heart.»
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| My boyfriend said, «It's really sweet the way you go for Christmas cheer.»
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| I said, «We can’t afford the tree.»
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| He said, «Love is free.»
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| So we trimmed the cactus with my earrings that we’d meant to pawn
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| There wasn’t any snow
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| But there was rain
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| He licked me like a candy cane
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| And then one day he said, «I can’t stand in your way — it’s wrong.»
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| «Way of what?» |
| I asked, but he was gone
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| «Things fall apart but they never leave my heart.»
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| Good Morning
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| Good Night
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| It’s Christmas
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| «Things fall apart but they never leave my heart.»
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| The party was a huge success
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| «But where should we go next?» |
| they said
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| They killed a tree of 97 years
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| And smothered it in lights and silver tears
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| They all got wrecked
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| They laughed too loud
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| I started to feel queasy in the crowd
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| I caught a cab back to my flat
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| And wept a bit
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| And fed the cat
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| «Things fall apart but they never leave my heart.»
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| Good Morning
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| Good Night
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| It’s Christmas
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| «Things fall apart but they never leave my heart.»
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| It’s Christmas |