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Christmas Tree | ||
| The tree is trimmed with red and gold. It glistens with a light so bold. Its fragrance wafts throughout the room, Dispelling any hate and gloom. Its years of care have let it stand As fine as any in the land. And yet it doesn't push its way! It waits for those around to say: "There's nothing like a Christmas tree To stir the likes of you and me." | ||
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