I had the first on your mind
About it, there isn’t a cost
Somewhere, you must be mine
But now, there is only dust!
I’m not very fine,
We was on the lust,
With drinks, likely wine!
Now, I’m the last!
I hope in your line,
Alone in our dine,
Under Christmas pine!
I have been lost:
Without me, you, trust…
We end on the time!
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