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He wrote his note to Santa, which he sealed and gave to Mum,
she’d told him that he had to do it right,
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mastication of thoughts
whirr within my mind
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Just listen very quietly you’ll hear upon the breeze
the ringing of a very tiny bell,
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To lie on such a perfect day beneath the willow tree
close our eyes and softly drift away,
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As you lay beside me, half asleep and half awake
I listen to your breathing, soft and low,
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Sweet smell of wood smoke through forests of pine clings very tightly to Autumn’s chill breeze,
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A troll that lived high on a ridge
was pestered by Mikey the Midge
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At first I thought that I'd survive without someone to hold, I’m very independent and I never feel the cold,
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The stillness of the evening casts a sheen upon the lake
reflections of a sunset are two-fold,
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As I went surveying round my new property
in the kitchen there was such a stink,
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her hands are the hands of a lover
no matter how old she grows
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The touch of your hand
the warmth of your fingers
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I watched the little woodlouse as he crawled around my sink he didn’t seem to know which way to go,
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To wake and see the bedroom walls are painted shades of red
as blushing sunrise casts an early ray,
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All life on earth is governed by the seasons of the year
both heat and cold are needed to survive,
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They met as strangers many years ago;
to serve as gallant knight unto the king
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Do you think the birds will notice that my black and furry tail
is sticking out from under the roof’s edge?
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the old sailor stands
on the bare headland
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He was my hero
he was the man who carried me
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She woke up this morning determined to play
to all of her toys and the cat,
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golden shards pierced the forest floor
performing tricks before our eyes
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On misty Autumn mornings when the dew is on the grass
the air is so much cooler than the earth,
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She stands and looks toward a distant peak
with thoughts and dreams a thousand miles away,
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I’m the keeper of the waterfall inside this magic land
protection is my duty day and night,
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Just close your eyes and let the sound of water clear your mind as you sit beneath a willow in the shade;
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My first shoes were Clarks all leather and strong,
no man-made fibres to make your feet pong,
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The beauty of the world within her eyes
is captured by the beauty in her soul,
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he dug his hands deeper
into his overcoat pockets
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The golden sun that chased night away
an early chill that wrapped the land in mist;
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