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My Winter Wilting Flower

The cold air is building The crystal curse is here As the jingles keep on jingling My eyes fill with tears My skin starts stinging My eyes begin to twinge Standing on the ground My love now lives Cold as the grave abover her She lays there unkown That I am spending my Christmas At her tomb Now i stand here Heart torn in two Watching My Flower Wilt in the Winter

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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