The leaves that fall in late November
are tears that I can still remember
All my words could still not mend her
broken heart that burned like embers
We were both just sweet pretenders
As cold as winds that bring December
David Martin
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 7:14 PM UTC
The leaves that fall in late November
are tears that I can still remember
All my words could still not mend her
broken heart that burned like embers
We were both just sweet pretenders
As cold as winds that bring December
David Martin
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