The Second Christmas (For Aida Azzopardi)
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How much my nerves hurt my stomach
Since it's the second Christmas without you
I'm still not used to the crowds at the mall
And the music causes me to get melancholy
My tears continue to rust my smile
I would wish for yr voice to echo in my dreams
Because I am forgetting its sound
But I will never forget yrface and scent
And the little things that were yr habits
As the snow falls, I listen for the wind to ring yr voice
But only hear silence that is breaking my heart
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