12 Nights of Christmas | Ring Out, Wild Bells

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Will I follow the wild sky,
the flying cloud, the frosty light.

Will I join in their cry,
the arctic sky, the cold bite.

Will I be, though don't know why,
the soothing mist, marvellous sight.

Will I say goodbye,
as I take flight.

Following the fae,
in Winterland white.

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