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Twas the night after Christmas,
on old Christmas bay,
two lovers stand still,
on a very sad day,
the night before last,
their best friend still,
in that bay,
with a mute shrill.
That boy in the ice,
was not very smart,
he walked into the bay,
no heat was part.
The young couple,
cried and cried,
just find out,
their tears will not dry.
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