The holiday rang out, passed
My head hurts from a hangover
Who, under the tree, that found
A gift for fun.
Until the ninth,
Let's have fun
And then, life, suffered
To work in a new way.
Only know in January
Working days are not enough
High-altitude in February
Move stuck
The holiday was over
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