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plonqI'm dreaming of a blight Christmas
just like a Yuletide of death.
Where the adults get it, and children spread it
and grandma gasps her final breath
I'm dreaming of a blight Christmas
from our Thanksgiving super-spread.
"May your days not be filled with dread
that half your kin will end up dead."
just like a Yuletide of death.
Where the adults get it, and children spread it
and grandma gasps her final breath
I'm dreaming of a blight Christmas
from our Thanksgiving super-spread.
"May your days not be filled with dread
that half your kin will end up dead."
