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To the Comet of Splendor!

The coldest November leaves may remember 

The first drop of snow of this December 

Cutest chambers of hearts may surrender 

With the chilled blossoms of his Christmas calendar 


Hands full of his favourites Lily and Lavender 

White snow on the reddest gloves just as a pretender

Me, lighting up all the lanterns of lamenter

Grinned the twenty fifth tooth as his first offender

Me, at the late ninth hour standing at the city center

Whispering Amen! Hail to Jesus, you the defender 

Oh, the morning dew frosted the last leaf of tender

Still making a wish full of belief to the comet of splendor!

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