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I awake on a chilly Christmas morning
Watching the choirs singing carols on TV
I gaze out through my window at a dozen other windows
Then I plug in my artificial tree

And like a dream I begin to remember
Every Christmas I used to know
A thousand miles away
A million years ago

I remember sky
It was blue as ink
Or at least I think
I remember sky

I remember snow
Soft as feathers, sharp as thumbtacks
Coming down like lint
And it made you squint when the wind would blow

And ice like vinyl on the streets
Cold as silver, white as sheets
Rain like strings and changing things
Like leaves

I remember leaves
Green as spearmint, crisp as paper
I remember trees
Bare as coat racks, spread like broken umbrellas

And parks and bridges
Ponds and zoos
Ruddy faces, muddy shoes
Light and noise and bees and boys and days

Oh, I remember days or at least I try
But as years go by they're a sort of haze
And the bluest ink isn't really sky
And at times I think I would gladly die
For a day of sky

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