Dec 2019
How can it be a white Christmas,
when my feelings is blue,
And my eyes,
all red from the crying;
the room emits sombre greyness
just because you're not here ,
to tell me how pure today is
when my feelings is blue,
And my eyes,
all red from the crying;
the room emits sombre greyness
just because you're not here ,
to tell me how pure today is
Merry (?) Christmas
