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Do you remember me? I sat upon your knee.
I wrote to you with childhood fantasy.
Well I'm all grown up now, can you still help somehow?
I'm not a child but my heart still can dream.
So here's my life-long wish, my grown-up christmas list,
not for myself but for a world in need.
No more lives torn apart,
that wars would never start,
and time will heal all hearts.
Every man would have a friend,
that right would always win,
and love would never end.
This is my grown-up christmas list.

What is this illusion called the innocence of youth?
Maybe only in that blind belief can we ever find the truth.


Michael Buble -- My Grown-Up Christmas List



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