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The Christmas Banner
A fading light, the joys of Christmas are,
Yet not entirely extinguished,
For I live for happiness,
And I carry the old torch
To all on this night,
I do pledge the better hearts,
On every street, a fragment remains,
And these fragments, in their life time, may seek the internal flame
Fragments are just portions of memories,
Every year, in timeless fashion, we sing, we dance, we live
We cry, we sigh,
We fear, we die
But in my hollow shell,
Past my damned bones,
I say to you,
"Which beat is from the heart,
Which love has grown apart?
By now my soul, now scarred, in faded remiss,
But never conquered, never failed, even on Christmas"
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Literature
The Christmas Banner
A fading light, the joys of Christmas are,
Yet not entirely extinguished,
For I live for happiness,
And I carry the old torch
To all on this night,
I do pledge the better hearts,
On every street, a fragment remains,
And these fragments, in their life time, may seek the internal flame
Fragments are just portions of memories,
Every year, in timeless fashion, we sing, we dance, we live
We cry, we sigh,
We fear, we die
But in my hollow shell,
Past my damned bones,
I say to you,
"Which beat is from the heart,
Which love has grown apart?
By now my soul, now scarred, in faded remiss,
But never conquered, never failed, even on Christmas"
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