Everytime I see those stars
Shimmering in the twilight
Tears will flow down on my cheeks
As the hues and the shades mix
It's the last month of the year
Twenty-fourth of December
Sparks fly in to the night sky
Then they soar up high and high
They don't know how much I feel
They were my stars they are real
Seems like we're light-years apart
And now I had lost my heart
Merry Christmas everybody
Hope you'll not change everything
Still I don't know where I belong
Until I find a place to go
I miss those merry Christmas
Watching the moonglade pass
Tears will flow down on my cheeks
Reminiscing those happy weeks.
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The Cabret Expectations: Series of Essays, Short Stories, and Poems
AcakA personal collection my written works
