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The merry sounds are all around, Grab a cup, to the brim if you will, Cheery greetings of new friends found. And let your ears drink their fill. The mind is lost to fetching measure, Marvelous melody born from skill, I find it is the simple pleasure, That draws me to night's thrill.
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Apr 2, 2010
Apr 2, 2010 at 10:22 AM UTC
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The merry sounds are all around, Grab a cup, to the brim if you will, Cheery greetings of new friends found. And let your ears drink their fill. The mind is lost to fetching measure, Marvelous melody born from skill, I find it is the simple pleasure, That draws me to night's thrill.
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Apr 2, 2010
Apr 2, 2010 at 10:22 AM UTC
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