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It's a Buttercup winter, with smooth, shining, golden snow
And blue Echo Flowers whisper of the nights long ago
They were of Families, that would yearly get together
In a white and golden Holiday, and shining vanilla weather
Back in the town of Snowdin, many monsters would live
They'd meet for a time a family, and meet for a time to give
Now it's a time for slaughter, and the snow is red like blood
And the only light emitting, is the burning house's wood
It's a dark, bloody Christmas, in this peaceful town tonight
The withering remains of a Christmas Tree will never light
And even if the stars above, shine so beautifully bright
They only grow more distant, and raise to a greater height
It's an Echoing Winter, with the voice of shrieking screams
Filled with horrifying nightmares that used to be dreams
This world is forever, with the thread through each seam
Just the Echoes of the hopeless, left in the snow to be
Because of You there's no Winter, or family times to be
The snow cannot shine as bright as the morning sea
No holiday gifts are found beneath the Christmas Tree
All can do is Dream of a Buttercup Winter for Me....
