12 Night of Christmas | Music on Christmas Morning

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Down the valleys of Yorkshire's moors
I follow this flame of yours.

A valiant song reaching out,
I stand there in clear doubt.

Could it be, this music, this song.
I never forgot, a promise, livelong.

Long forgotten in the ground,
Yet, I still hear your sound.

I seem to hear those songs again,
As I stand alone in the rain.

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