Cold December Winds
Crying through the night
Silent sobs of sadness
As death overcomes life
Bleeding crimson tears
Still and cold as stone
Sits a dead and bitter heart
A heart that sits there all alone
When did the sand begin to fall?
Why did I not see it slip away?
Was there something I could have done?
Is there something I can say?
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