This empty space Innocent words that were softly spoken Now I am lost in a world of broken dreams A lonely place Promises made and a love forsaken No turning back on the road you've taken now Days of yearning Seasons turning A night in December I'll always remember Without a trace Feeling the past slipping through my fingers Here in my heart where the memory lingers on Days of yearning Seasons turning A night in December I'll always remember The empty space
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