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Written by Ralph Blane, Hugh Martin
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
Next year all our troubles will be out of sight...
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the yuletide gay
Next year all out troubles will be miles away...
Once again as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Will be near to us once more
Someday we all will be together
If the fates allow
Until then we'll have to make it through the somehow