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In the bright shop window sits the polar bear |
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Makes the children's eyes light up to see him there |
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Amongst the tinsel he gives everyone a smile |
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To see him and he'll be a star |
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Love him from where you are |
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He's not for, not for, not for sale |
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Past an open window walks the pretty girl |
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Does she see me at her feet its hard to tell |
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But if I ask her she might turn her smile away |
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To see him and he'll be a star |
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Love her from where you are |
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I guess I'll learn to look |
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Without addressing her |
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Minor contentment wears a smile |
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I love her from where I lie |
