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I Met Her In December

I met her in December When the snow began to fall She was sixteen, fairest girl of all I met her in December When the snow began to fall I asked her name that day She said she couldn’t stay When the snow began to fall I asked her name that day Her words the sweetest yet My name is Joan, I’m glad we met I asked her name that day Her words the sweetest yet She was home on short vacation From another state and region Her words the sweetest yet I met her in December When the snow began to fall She was sixteen, fairest girl of all I met her in December

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Date: 6/17/2017 12:34:00 PM
Beautiful.
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