| A child his bed sleeping within the warm house
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| The dream the emotion of tomorrow soon will be Christmas And sleeping is not
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| easy
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| Snow and cold cloud the place around
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| The door is closed not even shadows can penetrate
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| All seems buried white and silent nobody walks in the holy night
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| Souls, men, animals
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| It’s dark blackness in the room only the colored lights take place
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| Happy but frightened by the night fear of sadness monsters of the mind
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| It’s dark!
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| There’s you with your dead hands
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| Your cylindrical hat the sadistic smile
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| Your eyes without pupils black
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| By the path of frozen buried flowers
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| It will be the day of reindeers and of the white bearded man
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| Today is the great day of reindeers of the iceman that grins and greets
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| Big icy man fighting against happiness
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| Within my horror I want you like a bloodthirsty murderer
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| Blood at your feet the pool expands With my thoughts I will take you to knock
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| next door
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| I do not know you the snowman smiling
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| Lifeless when there’s light immortal during the night
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| Fierce like the beast in the jungle
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| It will be the day of reindeers and of the white bearded man
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| Today is the great day of reindeers of the iceman that grins and greets |