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Crowded streets Busy feet Hustle by him Downtown shoppers Christmas is night There he sits All alone On the sidewalk Hoping That you won't Pass him by Should you stop Better not Much too busy You're in a hurry My How time does Fly In the distance The ringing of Laughter And in the midst Of the laughter He cries Pretty paper Pretty ribbons Of blue Wrap your presents To your darling From you Pretty pencils To write "I love you" Pretty paper Pretty ribbons Of blue Pretty blue |
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