The snow outside is white and nice
And here my tears turn to ice.
The other side of the bed is empty,
Missing how you caressed me so gently.
The weather turns cold,
Like my heart and soul.
And when you went away,
My days turned gray.
December is December indeed,
My heart slowly dies in bleed.
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