Tis' was Christmas night,
The wind blew awfully cold,
As I took a step.
The sun is shining,
Over the glistful lake,
In the afternoon.
As I stomp upstairs,
I notice a cardinal,
It's staring at me.
Tears run down my cheeks,
Everyone is miserable,
Glum is in the air.
Roses are red,
They can be any colour,
But love them the same.
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