If only we could keep preserved,
These days of joy and merriment.
With them stored away.
To again pick them to serve.
After these holidays leave.
And the debts we credited foolishly,
To express our depths of love...
For others we show.
Shared their love with us,
To offer their assistance.
With the bills we owe.
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