All The Pretty Lights
I've always loved December
The Snow, the lights, the pretty embers
If I could own just one night
I would wish for magic in the sky
Neon colors would dance, alive
Steaking the dark canvas at midnight
The stars, the moon, the pretty lights
A sure-in view of delight
I 've always loved December
The snow, the lights, the cold weather
A distant star frozen in the sky
Alone, forever, until the day it dies
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