Sat, 29 Dec 2012 00:38:00 GMT

Underneath a winter sky,
A distant train sings out the miles.
And so I wonder can it be,
Will every mile bring you to me?

A promise made may still come true,
So I am waiting here for you.
If you don't come, what will I do?
Who shall I tell my secrets to?

Christmas bells ring out their chimes,
I hear them echo through the night.
And moonlight shines upon the road,
And trembles on the fallen snow.

I look into the midnight blue,
So many stars I never knew.
If you don't come, what will I do?
Who shall I tell my secrets to?

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