All our wreaths and Christmas trees
Give off their warming glow
Our icicles are made of lights
Because our sky never snows
The dog sleeps at your feet tonight
After barking at the crows
And if you can hear me, calling you
Just somehow let me know.
So now I sit on the angels' peak
Tracing back to where it had begun
And I cast my wish on a fishing rod
Into a sea of infinite suns...
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