| «HARK!» |
| the herald angels sing, «the boy’s a cherub, let him be».
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| And you harmonised more beautifully than they could.
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| At 8 years old I played the role of Gabriel dressed head to toe,
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| in white denim though with less optimistic foresight.
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| Your lips land lightly, like Robin Redbreast’s feet in the snow,
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| I hold you tightly like your halo’s lined with mistletoe.
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| Thawing my heart like morning frost, falling under my feet.
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| Oh silent night, oh lonely week
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| Merry Christmas
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| I wish you were here
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| Merry Christmas
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| Maybe 5, 10, 15, 20 years.
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| Kindle a flame in her heart,
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| kindle a flame.
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| You’ve got to untie me from these bows,
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| wrap your arms around me like swaddling clothes.
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| On the sixteenth day I opened up the window,
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| found a lump of coal and rammed it down my stupid, greedy throat.
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| On the seventeenth you came around, my tiny teeth had been ground down,
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| but then you turned them back to smiles with just one kiss,
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| now listen to this… |