Ninety Four
It was Christmas day
In the year ninety four
At home I did stay
No one at my door
Alone I did cry
Within my shell
Many times asking why
Then saying, oh well
These times alone
That I should treasure
Scared to the bone
They do not measure
I tried to remember
Good times gone by
And all I could do
Was cry
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