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I’m dreaming of a white glue Christmas
And of the hairline I used to know,
Where the tape doesn’t glisten,
The hairs in good condition
And from the scalp it appears to grow.
I’m dreaming of a white glue Christmas
With every forum post I write.
May your lace be hairy and light
And may all your attachments be tight.
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