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Get off your sled and go to bed, don't you ever tire? Throw a bone I'm finally home, curled up by the fire. Snow is falling from the sky, like ashes from an urn. Sweet dreams my little one, now it's my turn. Well Christmas is going to the dogs. We'd rather have chew toys than yule logs. And things aren't looking very good, it's true. So i'll just lay here and chew.
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