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Icicle windowpanes, shivering winter air
Kiddies inside, huddled close by the fire
Read from your magic book, Dear Aunt Elysabeth
Tell us a story from long, long ago
Blow the Viking ships over to Engle’ land
Charge up the mountain with sword and a shield
Battle the Romans with old Vercingetorix
Recite the poems form Venerable Bede
Sing us the songs that Grandfather left for you
Lyrics with pride of family bonds
Strum away gently Dear, upon you dulcimer
Saying the verses that you know so well…
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2007-12-31
18:01:09
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