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Christmas Spirit Lost
Looking at the most Beautiful little girl She is my toast She makes up my world Last night she told me That she had lost Christmas Since her dad left, she was lonely Her young life in such a mess She said that Santa Would not arrive this year I did not know what to say I wiped away a tear They would not let her sleep The day must begin She began to weep Missing all her kin Her dad was remarried Her brothers visiting there She was so worried And no one seemed to care On the way home After the Christmas day was past I felt so all alone She went to sleep at last.
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