Secret Santa
For three weeks, I have been your secret Santa
So now you can say oh my lanta
But don’t worry, I didn’t get you a Fanta
I got the things you like
Probably not a bike
So don’t give me a spike
So here you go
From bro to bro
The gifts from a week ago
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