Dec 6
So cold outside today
Come the bleak December
The day she said goodbye
Yes, I still remember
My life goes flying by
55, falling fast
The Buddhists are clearly right
Nothing at all can last
The Cosmos: Vast.
Come the bleak December
The day she said goodbye
Yes, I still remember
My life goes flying by
55, falling fast
The Buddhists are clearly right
Nothing at all can last
The Cosmos: Vast.
(55/M/Elsewhere)
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