La lectrice de Robert Cranois, comme les autres, a dû abandonner son livre. Quelqu’un quelque part chantait…
I’ll have a blue Christmas without you;
I’ll be so blue thinking about you.
Decorations of red
on a green Christmas tree
Won’t mean a thing if
you’re not here with me.
I’ll have a blue Christmas, that’s certain;
And when that blue heartache starts hurting,
You’ll be doing all right
with your Christmas of white,
But I’ll have a blue, blue Christmas.
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