Hallowed
be thy name.
Art
for thou, art 'pon eyes
'pon
flesh of my own bones.
Special
sentiment became
announced,
on holy day arriving.
Glory
be to they on high,
whom
friendliness endowed
'pon
me, and thee, we three.
Seasons
festive bright
with
baubles dangling some,
I
spied the mistletoe
right
where ye stood,
and
music and carols rang.
Singers
of heaven have
matched
me now to cry
the
sense of joy begun,
holy
angels calling me
who
swear she be the one....
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