X-MAS GIFT
Your words are like the desert sand
Always shifting
Dry and arid, no life grows there
Play your games, the truth incinerates like volcanic flames
But I must concede that you are right
Who am I to try to hold you tight?
Me trying to dim your lights before they shine bright
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