December

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I lost her in December

And her name was December

Life before her,

I can’t remember.

As pure as the driven snow

With fiery red hair that could melt that snow

So beautiful was that girl

I wouldn’t have traded her for anything in the world.

December, December

Where have you gone?

You’ve left the bells to sing your song

And it breaks my heart

That we had to part.

The seasons aren’t the same without you.

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