December
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I forget you
Forgot you
In the din
Years roll
Taking their toll
You sleep within!
You slip within
In the din
I forgot you
Never gave
Will never give
What’s your due!
My wearied soul
As years roll
Reach December
It’s then you come
Your song I hum
I remember!
I remember
The face of her
But not her mind
Deep I brood
What’s lost for good
Alas no rewind!
In the din
She sleeps within
A little scar
I remember
The face of her
In December!
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