December Fears.
In December’s bright and crowded streets,
I walk with empty hands and quiet feet.
The world is shining, dressed in gold,
But my pockets feel the winter cold.
Everyone’s laughing, spending, cheerin...
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In December’s bright and crowded streets,
I walk with empty hands and quiet feet.
The world is shining, dressed in gold,
But my pockets feel the winter cold.
Everyone’s laughing, spending, cheerin...
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