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it is the morn of Christmas Eve as the bright star remains up high guiding all to the special one that watches from beyond the sky providing a beacon of hope for all those that choose to believe there in the sight of everyone at tough times and in those moments we grieve hear the chorus of angels as they sing softly his sweet songs for this night will again be a special one in righting all those things that's wrong. Merry Christmas to all my friends, may your world be filled with happiness, may your world be filled with glee may your world be filled with all the simple things that true loving bequeaths.
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Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 2:04 AM UTC
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it is the morn of Christmas Eve as the bright star remains up high guiding all to the special one that watches from beyond the sky providing a beacon of hope for all those that choose to believe there in the sight of everyone at tough times and in those moments we grieve hear the chorus of angels as they sing softly his sweet songs for this night will again be a special one in righting all those things that's wrong. Merry Christmas to all my friends, may your world be filled with happiness, may your world be filled with glee may your world be filled with all the simple things that true loving bequeaths.
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Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 2:04 AM UTC
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