In the cold snowy night ,
While the snow settles down a while ,
With the wind blowing wildly along ,
Cherishing all the souls along ,
And the happiness spreading everywhere ,
And the presents being distributed everywhere .Sitting on the cold damp floor ,
With the face burried deep in his soul ,
And the back pressed against the cold wall ,
With the shadow in the empty hall ,
He spends his Christmas all along .Surrounded by the darkness around ,
Unable to see the shadow behind ,
Unable to see his cold pale face ,
Feeling tears running down his face ,
He spends his Christmas alone at the side .Staring at the sweater at the corner ,
Picking up the memories that bothers ,
Imagining her shadow to stay alive ,
He spends his Christmas alone at the side .Trembling wildly with the cold ,
Listening to the humming of the teeth of his own ,
Brought down by the wind so fast ,
Moving like a cold needle piercing around ,
He spends his Christmas sitting around .Picking up the portrait from his side ,
Breaking down to tears at the sight ,
With the blood flowing steadily through his wrist ,
And the knife dripping blood on the ground ,
He spends his Christmas alone on the ground .Counting his seconds slowly ,
with a portrait of smiley faces by his side ,
Spreading a smile on his face for a while ,
Burying sorrows deep inside ,
He spends his Christmas alone at the side .Remembering seeing them in uniforms ,
The bodies that fade and returned in a box ,
Snatching all the dreams along ,
Leaving all the sorrows along ,
He spends his Christmas all along .------------------------------
------Zf
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