The Christmas eve, Christmas eve
The day all people waiting
But still there is one little thing
About I cant stop thinking
Something buried in his eyes
I couldn’t be so sure of
It was a change that comes in life
Random with a horror
It was our last Christmas eve
That day I’ll never lose
Last time I saw my favorite smile
Before his eyes were cloused.
Christmas
© Copyright: Джамиляя, 2008
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