Ghosts
Uncle RoddyIt's Christmas time again So if I close my eyes, I'll look apon your face againUncle Roddy
and in your right blue eyes. Remembering how it used to be at your house on Christmas day, hoping our warm feelings would never go away. Now I look apon my Christmas tree and all I see is you. Remembering the day you died and wondering how long it's been.
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