Album: Bells Merrily
So unlikely
Read your memories
Tarnished like tinsel
On limbs of this tree
Caught in your grief
Downward eyes bereaved
This is not wished for
Sprigs from ailing trees
All these words
Lost, unspoken
Two hearts now
Torn and broken
In this December frost
All these hours
Lost to silence
You depart with contrivance
In this December frost
So unseemly
Is your tendency
To devise fables
Of your own making
Dazzling array
Sparkles like a dream
Glimpse the faux yuletide
Bows of red and green
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