Sometimes we forget, what has once been
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and all the beauty we have seen
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forlorn from our minds,
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now twisted or disguised
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what once gleames above the sky.
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December loves the lonely souls
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daughters and sons, that no one mourns
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belief in life as soon it begins... to fall.
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Time of darkness tears it down
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what is now buried down below
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Passing Moment Of Twilight Time
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| Catamenia |
