December
The dark tears fall and the nights grow colder,
Forgetting the memories of all those older.
No one to help, to help them remember
That one stormy morn in the mist of December
When all hope was lost at the feet of death
And the one we loved most took one last breath.
"I'll fly away, oh glory!"
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