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Please Grant My Wish. Can you hear Santa in his slay at night. I allways wait for the jingles that will come late one night. If you see him please dont tell for I have been good as you know well. All though I would like to touch his beard, and sit on his lap and tell him what I need. I need a house for my mum, A bed for my brother, A job for my dad and no other, and for me a room, with walls for us all. Becouse this ground, never gets warm. Please grant me my wish, if you may just to be warm for more than one day. |
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For the ones in need.
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