Deck the halls
Joy to the world, Fa La La La La
Where is my joy?
I feel so blue.
All the houses are decorated
and the trees all lit up,
I want to crawl under the covers.
Hustle and bustle,
Sharing good tidings,
I can't stop crying.
Putting on a smile
for all to see.
If I get it down on paper
It's no longer inside of me,
Screaming to get out.
I pray for relief.
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