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Tekster: Vienna Teng. Warm Strangers. The Atheist Christmas Carol.

It's the season of grace coming out of the void
Where a man is saved by a voice in the distance
It's the season of possible miracle cures
Where hope is currency and death is not the last unknown

Where time begins to fade
And age is welcome home

It's the season of eyes meeting over the noise
And holding fast with sharp realization
It's the season of cold making warmth a divine intervention
You are safe here you know now

Don't forget, don't forget
I love, I love, I love you
Don't forget, don't forget
I love, I love, I love you

It's the season of scars and of wounds in the heart
Of feeling the full weight of our burdens
It's the season of bowing our heads in the wind
And knowing we are not alone in fear, not alone in the dark

Don't forget, don't forget
I love, I love, I love you
Don't forget, don't forget
I love, I love, I love you

Don't forget, don't forget
I love, I love, I love you
Don't forget, don't forget
I love, I love, I love you

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