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Monday, March 30, 2015

His December



© 2013 Mark Cote

She was his December
she faded from his life
no longer his girl
could never be his wife

a cold he'll remember
not like sweet falling snow
now walking alone
no season where to go

(chorus) oh... oh, oh oh he surrenders
                  oh... oh, oh oh his December
                  in the 12th of the night
                  he gave up the fight
                  oh... oh, oh oh his December

let the winter winds blow
empty heart won't make a sound
a love that is lost
words cannot be found

his year now is over
turn the worn yellowed page
her ink now has dried
and so now have his days

(chorus)


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