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The
Gift
Bells
ringing,
Swinging
back and forth,
Telling
their stories,
Standing
below with you
Cold
air on my cheeks,
Warm
feeling inside of me,
Time
seems to stop,
Your
gift falls into my hands,
Mine
into yours.
Paper
crackling, tension building,
Oh
my, you and I,
Holding
the same gift,
A
Bible.
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