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It was Saturday night When the first snowflake falling on your bangs Seeing around no one around Only an old beagle stood at the dark crossroad Giving a cold look, like the old lady on the Aberdeen train this evening It was such a long way You heard a jingle bells song from a far, as the house in front of you You...

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You come again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and never again. ...

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