The Christmas Voice
The roses go red.
The diamonds turn blue.
I finally got a snowy white Christmas that feels brand new.
Now I require America's voice to locate the ones throughout the world,
to rejoice and recite the Oh Oh Oh jolly old Christmas voice.
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