They are so bright.  

                   They light up the night.

  They are on a house, on a garage, or I see on a tree.


      They are both near and far.  

    I can see a lot of them when I go out in the car.

    There are streets, with homes,

with hundreds, thousands of lights, maybe more.

          All the people come to see.

        Nobody does ignore.

    Everybody does know where they are, to come in a car.

        They are really neat.

       I shed a tear.  They only come out once a year.

        Red, orange, green, blue.

        All the thoughts in my head.

          In the night, they can be seen.

          Looking at them is what I like to do.


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