i hear christmas songs on the radio and on the streets...i feel the chilly wind in the morning..i see the houses decked with chrismas decors and lights...and yet there seems to be something amiss...i can't quite put my finger to it but there's something not quire right...
"When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me, speaking words... Let It Be.." - The Beatles
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