It's the season of grace coming out of the void
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Where a man is saved by a voice in the distance
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It's the season of possible miracle cures
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Where hope is currency and death is not the last unknown
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Where time begins to fade
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And age is welcome home
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It's the season of eyes meeting over the noise
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And holding fast with sharp realization
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It's the season of cold making warmth a divine intervention
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You are safe here you know now
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Don't forget
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Don't forget I love
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I love
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I love you
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It's the season of scars and of wounds in the heart
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Of feeling the full weight of our burdens
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It's the season of bowing our heads in the wind
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And knowing we are not alone in fear
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Not alone in the dark
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The Atheist Christmas Carol
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Vienna Teng |