It's magic time, It's Christmas Eve, 0
When dreams come true if you believe.
In Father Christmas bringing toys, 0
To all the happy girls and bogs.
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A silver box that's opened vide, 0
o A forgotten fairg sleeps inside.
She flies up high to take her place,
And vipe the sadness from mg face.
The ttee lights up and twinkles bight,
Upon the tree a wondrous sight.
The Christmas fairg once left aside,
Brines hope to children {e: and uide,
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