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It's a surprise
What You have in store. Though I want to know, You keep it hidden from me. With a smile on Your face, You say to me, "It's a surprise. Like on Christmas morn, You must wait For the sun to rise Before your gifts Are yours to behold. My gifts to you Are just the same. You have no idea What I have in store. Telling you now, You would not believe. So -- it's a surprise!"
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