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Those small Christmas lights lit up my whole world
Those lights made me smile for just a short time
THey made time last forever, everything whirled
Little orbs that were bright and made life fine,
When days are dreadful and they drag one down,
The act of finding bliss is cumbersome.
A time where the world was your own playground,
Playtime came before personal income.
Far away. Go back. Rewind.
