Lot's of offering, lot's of noise
Full of gathering, full of choice
Still don't forget me, mark my word
Send you the gift of the world...
Raise your both hand like a bird
Lit a candle, on my card
Close your both eye smooth You can
Slow breez will blow, Feels like rain
Just know I am here nothing to fear
I will always be wo my dear.........
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