Never were you just
Someone I remember
Were I to be free
These chains of December
Your words will not cloak
The empty inside
Your picture, faded
Beneath a winters sigh
Pieces collected
What we lost to time
In wooden boxes
Ashes from the fire
Someone I remember
Were I to be free
These chains of December
Your words will not cloak
The empty inside
Your picture, faded
Beneath a winters sigh
Pieces collected
What we lost to time
In wooden boxes
Ashes from the fire
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