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Upon the table stands tall Christmas tree
It is tree
Of exceptional beauty
And there are presents below the tree

Outside world turns white as it snows
But underneath the tree child finds clothes
He doesn’t like the present his parents chose
But for his mother on mother’s day he still gives a rose

But in orphanage there is no Christmas tree
Even one of no so exceptional beauty
There are no presents beneath a tree
And young children’s’ faces there are no mothers to see

One of the orphans knows
The kid whose parents bought him clothes
He knows 
That on mother’s day his friend promises his mother red rose

He also whishes his mother red rose to give
Even though no gift he will receive
Because his mother is made believe
And thinking that the child sheds tears which he wipes with a sleeve 

No the less kid flower girl goes to see
But she only has roses color of tea
They are darker color of tea
 Although they are not right color about them there is eerie beauty

Kidd buys them but is not pleased with what he will see
He thinks they are sad color of his destiny
But that night magic force turns roses red from color of tea
And with that color change the boys’ destiny

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