[Verse] In the midnight hour of a New Orleans night, A jazz piano whispers dreams in flight, Bass vocals hum like the e-Bee's wing, Mapping wetlands while the Christmas bells ring. [Verse 2] Through Woodlands and Delacroix's charm, The drone flies steady, safe from harm, English Turn awaits with open arms, As the melody weaves its sleepy charms. [Chorus] Oh, the Dax-mass season's come around, With every note, the heart’s unbound, Charting courses through the fog and mist, A holiday tune with a mapping twist. [Verse 3] In the wetlands where the moonlight glows, Our trusty e-Bee softly goes, Drawing lines over rivers still, It's a silent night in dreamy thrill. [Bridge] Santa’s sleigh can't match this flight, Over swamps reflecting festive light, Every buzz and humming note, Writes a holiday love letter, remote. [Verse 4] Delacroix's marshes shine in the day, As the drone records nature’s play, English Turn stands tall and proud, Underneath the drone's soft shroud.
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