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A cheery little holiday song I wrote quickly after hearing some jazz players at a bar.

The poor soul of a dreamer.

The ghosts of love deceased can break the barriers of time and haunt the heart till Judgement pulls its leash.

Song in the eyes of a self-proclaimed failure, swallowing his misery down with a drink.

A guy hopes, then he doubts, and then he is proven wrong.

Just wanted to write about it. It doesn't have a great form or anything; might redo it sometime soon.