In December's chilling, silent air,
Echoed a grief too great to bear,
Empty chairs, where laughter sat,
A nation's heart, forever flat.
The books lay open, untouched, unread,
Dreams were shattered, tears were shed,
Small hands that held pencils bright,
Now lost forever to the night.
No words could heal the broken cries,
No comfort soothed those weeping eyes,
Yet in their courage, we must...
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