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it's the season of grace coming out of the void; silent night, nothing feels right; all this mistletoe, no kiss; i'm mr. white christmas, i'm mr. snow, i'm mr. icicle, i'm mr. ten below; you're a bad banana with a greasy black peel; i say that we take a cannon, aim it at his door and then; if it sounds wrong on christmas, why does it ever sound right; given the choice between you, i'd pick the seasick crocodile; and a JAPANESE. TRANSISTOR. RAAAADIIIIOOOOOOO!
happy winter revelries, everybody. ♡
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