I shall wish it a nice thing
When winter comes
The sound a bell bring
While the festive drums
In the midst of the night
where angels follow
When kids fly kite
where saints get their halo
I shall marry you in a summers breeze
To have to hold and daily squeeze
As the time comes we meet again
We are now lovers and once friend
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