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Ding dong, the cathedral bell tolls Songs sang, to welcome the priestly son. Come along let's join in these songs, Even if we can't sing them, just hum along Follow the little shiny star Though it seems too far It's a sure guide to the manger Where the royal family are. Beat the drum some more Celebrate in style and glamour Give generously to carry others along Bringing all to the glory of this beautiful song; Joy to the world, joy to the world. Santa, oh dear Santa. Glorious messenger Give my girl a song One that is perfect and dispels everything  that is wrong. Oh dear Santa She is my all And thus she must know. Give her a smile and hug from me. And the kiss........? Don't worry about that, I will do it myself. Merry Christmas my sweet angel.

You are perfect That very thing I need You 're my sunset That very dream I' ve dreamed When the earth could touch the sun And our lips can kiss the moon And every road does lead to you You are my all You are my all You 're my rainfall The very drops of grace As I stand tall My strength is in your face You 've been called in every song And it always makes me strong Cause you are my perfect song You are my all You are my all

The night conceals So does my skin. Except the night conceals man's wickedness But my skin conceals my bitterness My scars and torments So that when the tides get wild I just put on a gorgeous smile When your acts and words lash my back I just laugh, clean up and bounce back....... ( WIP)

Born to the certainty of dying Then where is the reason for trying? Striving to keep and guard this already lost life Is it the yearning to live for just another day? Or an effort to evade death? - A lost battle even from the onset - Or the fear of death itself? I say, it is because man was not meant to die But looking at the cards in hand Die we must Then why all the fuss? We are a people like that. The tricks life on us He puts us into different skin tone Different tongues And places us on different points of the earth The subtle differences that have turned us into gladiators Earth the arena And life the emperor. Our clashes and wars His entertainment Our sorrow and pain His pleasure The differences that should've been complementary Have brought us immeasurable kaos and calamity We are a people like that. Imagine a world where everything is the same Gender, human beings only dividing line But everything else, the same Same skin tone and tongues Same...

We toil and toil tilling With our sweat pissing the soil Yet merrily singing our songs From the cock's Crow till the sun goes home. The harvest is none the less Still in music and songs Trekking like to the end of the world Load-laddened till our necks go sore . With stock in ban to feed the whole clan By moonlight we wooed to win more hands Till MANDIANG comes back around Bringing us back to the start of the round.