Decembers north wind Blows
to find me in a sullen mood
for spent time wasted seems to
me, like a wayward travesty
To spend much more time we would
be, trapped in just a fantasy
please make it easy, make it quick
Cut the strings don't let them stick
A life with you I can not bare
I wish the past held no care
For time with you
My armour rent
and place upon
My heart a dent
For whence it came I wish it go
My heart is broken we both know
though time ahead indeed uncertain
I wish to pull and draw the curtain
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