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torstai 19. joulukuuta 2013

Sofia's Christmas song




I write a sentence that carries over to the dark delay.
The tears of the delicate bright pearl necklace I'm doing.
Christmas angel wings broken, white feathers
so mired.

Brass wool mixture stuff the truth now,
an angel at one of the twang.
Is the melodious sound of it, it falls through the darkness.
Christmas has become a celebration of God's son.
Christmas bells echoes the Church,
Now, remember the magic of Christmas.

I remember the morning of childhood,
under the fleece of sheep soft and cuddly.
We drove to the church by sleigh;
perched on a brown horse.

Christmas new song echoes,
I remember the good old time.
Childhood is a wonderful, memories
gilded.
March upon may be,
snow white.

Brass wool mixture stuff the truth now,
an angel at one of the twang.
Is the melodious sound of it, it falls through the darkness.
Christmas has become a celebration of God's son.
Christmas bells echoes the Church,
Now, remember the magic of Christmas.

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