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119 lines
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Subj: Xfile poems & 1 filk
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Christmas Thoughts
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(Tune: Silver Bells)
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filked by: Ruth Dempsey
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Anglofans@aol.com
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City sidewalks, busy sidewalks
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dressed in holiday style
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In the air there's a feeling of Christmas.
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Children laughing, people passing
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Beaming smile after smile
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And I think, as I do every year.
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Samantha, Samantha
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It's Christmas Time and I miss you
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Samantha, Samantha
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I know the truth is out there.
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D.C. street light, even stop lights
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Blink a bright red and green
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As the shoppers rush home with their treasures
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Hear the snow crunch, see the kids bunch
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This is Santa's big scene
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And the ache hurts more every year.
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Samantha, Samantha
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It's Christmas Time and I miss you
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Samantha, Samantha
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I know the truth is out there.
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"DUANE BERRY"
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by: Ruth Dempsey
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Anglofans@aol.com
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One last cry
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And vanishing into the light
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The echo rings in my soul
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I could do nothing
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And I cannot rest
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I will never rest
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The truth is out there
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And when I find it
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I pray you will be there
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"SLEEPLESS"
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by: Ruth Dempsey
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Anglofans@aol.com
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Where do we go when we dream?
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What worlds lie locked inside the mind?
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Preacher walks the line
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between the dream and the real.
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Where is that line?
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Do I dare to cross it?
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And if I did --
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Would Dana and Samantha be there?
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"3"
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by: Ruth Dempsey
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Anglofans@aol.com
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Blood cries for blood
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Life fears death
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When fear goes beyond reason
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Madness takes over
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I have tasted the blood of a believer
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And the flames burn
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Black - edged desire into my soul
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Oh Kristen --
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What have we done?
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Blood cries for blood
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Love conquers darkness
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And fear fades into a mid-day shadow
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You chose no longer fearing
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You tasted the blood of a believer
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And the flames burn
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Blood - red into a black smoke sky
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Oh Kristen --
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What have I done?
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"LAST BREATH"
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by: Ruth Dempsey
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Anglofans@aol.com
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She says I can touch you,
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But I can't see how.
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Isn't that a laugh?
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I was always the believer -
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and now I'm lost in doubt.
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What should I say?
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What dare I say?
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The words won't come
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and the shadows are closing in.
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Fight or flight
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If I kill --
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Who am I serving?
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She says you need me,
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But I can't see how.
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It hurts too much,
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I was always the believer,
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But now I'm lost in doubt.
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And then you opened your eyes.
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