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Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock. The clock, the seconds move around and around, in a continuance of time, Tick Tock, Tick Tock. An ending to a new beginning that is the sound. |
The Magic, the music, the friends and the laughter. Champagne, and Sunshine. A musical ear. Tick Tock, Tick Tock don't look around. The Seconds count. |
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Portofino, Rome, Venice, Florence. The Coffee Shop, and the sweets all in the Italian. The Decco of the Italian, the Christmas lights that shine through the Italian window. The loves to look in the Italian windows, to see where the heart is. It looks so good, and there is water too. Hanging up to find the Italian art, and Italian bowls which have the Christmas lights in them, the morning of Christmas day. |
The pastures in the picture, all snow al round. The children start to play with their snowboard, darting this way and darting the other way around. The watched the little birds play in the snow, no one telling the birds which way to go. The happy children were building the snowmen, all in a bundle of the snow-people in the grounds, the children were laughing and chatting with the snow-people. The fires are a roaring, see the people rubbing they hands together, all in this Christmas time. |
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