it's a marvelous day thoughts of joy in the air,.
while i've taken away all of the pain i can spare,
you,re a reason to live and tis the season to die,
this christmas to give my self-righteous suicide,
it,s beautiful cold not a worry today,
you're the wonder of thunder posted up on my way,
let the kings of the sky give you reason to live,
tis the season to die this christmas to give.
aprehended by fury of the creator of all,
decended from heaven make all nature to fall,
to be caught in the mist of this marvelous call,
aprehended by fury of the creator of all
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