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- Isle of Wight, UK
In Carey's fields the holly grows,
Between the presents, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
Robins, bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid Mariah below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw Christmas snow
Liked posts and were liked, and now we lie
In Carey's fields.
Take up our quarrel with @Jordan:
To you from sullied ears we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who accidentally heard All I Want For Christmas,
We shall not sleep, though holly grows
In Carey's fields.
War is hell.
Between the presents, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
Robins, bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid Mariah below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw Christmas snow
Liked posts and were liked, and now we lie
In Carey's fields.
Take up our quarrel with @Jordan:
To you from sullied ears we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who accidentally heard All I Want For Christmas,
We shall not sleep, though holly grows
In Carey's fields.
War is hell.