Merry Christmas
When the wind blows through the trees
I see you waving through the leaves
When the wind blows through the chimes
I hear your name in tonal rhymes
When the music starts to play
I dream about the dream someday
When the sun sets in the west
I think that's when I love you best
Copyright © Andres Luis Bigote | Year Posted 2023
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