Good tidings are on the way
There isn't much to say
Except bow down and pray
The nagging thought still exist
Somehow we haven't kept abreast
So many have ticked their wish list
Yet we haven't visited the priest
It is a good day to dream once more
We've knocked so many a door
But we are wiser now, unlike days of yore
It is a bright day, we can dream more
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