If wishes were fishes,
And dreams were icecreams,
Then we'd never be hungry,
At least so it seems.
*
And if joy were a boy,
And love from above,
Then there'll always be Christmas,
...It fits like a glove.
And dreams were icecreams,
Then we'd never be hungry,
At least so it seems.
*
And if joy were a boy,
And love from above,
Then there'll always be Christmas,
...It fits like a glove.
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