But, alas, those flighty days are gone.
We are no longer young
And songs in boxes black are silent
Quiet as the setting sun.
"My heart was stolen from me.
I'll let you know when it's returned"
If it helps you feel some better
You may have a half of mine.
Keep in mind it is, though,
Battered and bruised from time.
For you, though, that razored knife
Would be a welcomed sacrifice
For when you smile you light my day
Even through the night.
'Happy Christmas'
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