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
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