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Looking out the window
I see the square deserted
Just the bored wind
Moves some dry leaves
There are no songs, light nor children
Just any night
Who do we want to fool
If it doesn't even look like Christmas Eve?
I look at the sky and angry
I require an explanation
But all my words
Turn into vapour
I am cold and feel angry
And I slam the window
And that's when I see
Your look reflected
And suddenly, so silly, I understand it
At this side of the window is all I want
If we can hug each other, the rest can wait
Isn't it a good reason to celebrate?
Then I dry my eyes
And I sit by your side on our sofa
I slowly lean on your shoulder
And I hear myself saying you out loud: "Merry Christmas!"
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