A cold breeze fills the air, but I do not dare.
For when I look out my window all I see is white.
Like a blank canvas in the night, painting here and there.
Speckles of brown and green, for those are the trees of Christmas Eve.
A cold breeze fills the air, but I do not dare.
For when I look out my window all I see is white.
Like a blank canvas in the night, painting here and there.
Speckles of brown and green, for those are the trees of Christmas Eve.
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