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The phones stopped ringing , my mobiles run out of bat , and the clock keeps ticking, tick tick tick Tok . and as I pull the covers more hours slip away . The rain won’t stop falling and the winds blowing a gale , as I head out to the churches with porch lights ablaze , There’s a choir down town , its time to come shine , for now it’s time to come and sing ! The  lights are all a blazing the trumpets are on tune , and the rain just keeps on falling on this sunny afternoon. Yet all  I’m wishing is all I want , and there are beautiful heavenly voices coming from the front . I’m just standing there with tears in my eyes with , mince  pies and samosas cups of coffee and cake , and they are all busy chatting so full of love and grace . The Christmas tree with it’s pritty lights behind the pull pit lies , with happy faces all around it handing out samosas and mince pies , The doors closes and the roads are all quiet , the clock keeps on ticking in my room , I turn over , Put out my light and all there is , Is you
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Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 2:35 PM UTC
Is you .
The phones stopped ringing , my mobiles run out of bat , and the clock keeps ticking, tick tick tick Tok . and as I pull the covers more hours slip away . The rain won’t stop falling and the winds blowing a gale , as I head out to the churches with porch lights ablaze , There’s a choir down town , its time to come shine , for now it’s time to come and sing ! The  lights are all a blazing the trumpets are on tune , and the rain just keeps on falling on this sunny afternoon. Yet all  I’m wishing is all I want , and there are beautiful heavenly voices coming from the front . I’m just standing there with tears in my eyes with , mince  pies and samosas cups of coffee and cake , and they are all busy chatting so full of love and grace . The Christmas tree with it’s pritty lights behind the pull pit lies , with happy faces all around it handing out samosas and mince pies , The doors closes and the roads are all quiet , the clock keeps on ticking in my room , I turn over , Put out my light and all there is , Is you
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Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 2:35 PM UTC
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