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this fairie's a fine Christmas muse

will'ed to frighten away the blues

for hunger is a fearful thing

cruel in winter or in spring

so in this winter of our hearts

when children's laughter too soon departs

our hunger for those laughing sounds imparts

a deadly strangling in our breasts

then sadness colder then the snow

painful hearts know not where to go

our souls are reeling from the dread

our mind depart to find the dead

to pull them back not let them leave

can this winter fairie's magic aleve

that pain that rains down this earthy gloom

perhaps she can't "they're gone to soon"

Christmas is not a magic broom

that sweeps some horrors from the room

so feed the birds within your hearts

feed them love and bright scraps of care

let them know you won't despair

nourish them with hope your hearts repair

each precious bird will long be missed

to each one send that long last kiss

blow it from your lips and then

knowing in time you'll meet again

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