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Sep 2016
On December 25th
there's a silence in your head
Memories of me distant
and by summer will be dead

You will see my face in lights
that dangle in the street
But the winter sings a lone song
with the snow around your feet

The scent of Christmas wakens
every fibre of your being
And I'll be the long forgotten gift
that you will not be seeing
Thomas Alan
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Thomas Alan  M/Newcastle, UK
(M/Newcastle, UK)   
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