Hearing laughter echo,
Just out of my reach;
In lonely solitude,
On a snowy beach.
When will you come,
And see me here?
I wait for the time,
When you draw near.
Turning my head,
Out, to the open sea;
All the while thinking,
Do you miss me?
Looking the other way,
Tasting the icy breeze;
Holding my breath in,
Just to suddenly freeze.
There, in my window sill,
Sits a lighted candle stick,
But what really made me stop
Stood just a ways behind it.
"It's you!" I cry,
I knew you would come,
Running to the door,
Where you came in from.
You pull me in close,
To whisper in my ear,
"Two years it's been,
Merry Christmas, my dear."
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