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First, bright flaxen lashes, then the opened eye of sun, like loud cymbal crashes, flashes o’er the horizon. Bright as inspiration, it touches blank winter snow, then out pours creation;
Over the many rooftops of a snow covered kingdom they flew, Prince Tyan and Princess Katzerina, upon the back of the magic rocking horse and all below them looked like a toy world and all the hundreds
It was a cold, December night and snowflakes large as goose feathers fell upon the ground, making a snowy carpet so deep that even a tall man, walking through it, would have struggled not to get snow
A fox and vixen, I have seen, make love amidst the evergreens. Two brazen flames that brightly glowed from wick of shadow and wax of snow. And honeybees, or so I’m told,
1st Verse: It’s not about tinsel or baubles that glisten. It’s not about lights on the tree. Won’t you listen. It’s not about snowflakes or a white December or a fat man in a fake