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Dec 2024
I feel my morning is stolen
No clearing of eyes
A cough in the distance
Inside all disguised

My Christmas has gone
And I don't know what's wrong
My Christmas has gone
And I can't hear my song

I know I should smile
Be part of the show
Drink lightly to laughter
Feign all surprised

My Christmas has gone
And I don't know what's wrong
My Christmas has gone
And I can't hear our song

Your presents still waiting
All wrapped in my mind
But now your no longer
That touch all declined

My Christmas has gone
And I know all my wrong
My Christmas has gone
All silenced anon
andy fardell
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andy fardell
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