December, December...if February were your name,
tell me December, would it be the same?
Would you be as cold, as cruel as compulsively contained
would you be the spring if winters were re-framed ?
Would you be lush, green with the breeze,
December..are you as much as at ease?
with the constant accuses of being such a creep,
the one with the cloak that shrouds as I weep.
tell me December, would it be the same?
Would you be as cold, as cruel as compulsively contained
would you be the spring if winters were re-framed ?
Would you be lush, green with the breeze,
December..are you as much as at ease?
with the constant accuses of being such a creep,
the one with the cloak that shrouds as I weep.
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