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239Curled into a circle, I hang with cheer, a touch of the forest, bringing the season near. Sometimes I celebrate, sometimes Im placed to grieve, on doors or tables, I take my leave.
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132 239Curled into a circle, I hang with cheer, a touch of the forest, bringing the season near. Sometimes I celebrate, sometimes Im placed to grieve, on doors or tables, I take my leave.
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