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The train of cars that Santa brought is out of kilter now;
While pa was showing how they went he broke the spring somehow
They used to run around a track—at least they did when
Would let me take them in my hands an' wind 'em with a key

It's all about the nighT,
It has a feeling, a bit eeriE,
When the city, outward and hectiC,
Twinkles and tingles, covered by bleacH,

Стіни вишу,
Де замість магії - технології,
А замість мітли -
Автостоп.