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Once on Christmas Day
my wounded brother lay
while his essence leaked away
and now there's someone has to pay
I wonder could his dream
escape his coffin's airtight seam
and across the miles of heavens beam
appearing to me in a dream
appearing to me as his dream
Solitude at last
for the Ghost of Christmas Past
and now a new ghost takes his place
haunting the soft space
behind another human face
On Christmas Day
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