Silent night, rainy night
(Third Christmas without you)
All is calm but my heart
(Third year since I met you)
'Tis the night of the infant
The king without land
Who'll request to forgo
At peak of his madness
The worldly desires
And then they all follow:
The cuckoos and loonies
And the broken-hearted…
OK, fine! I am ready!
I give up my desires!
All of them — yes — all
But one…
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