A memory of dropping of dripping snow
Dissipating in summer's heat
Christmas songs on a July night
A memory of hope and then defeat
My loss hangs heavy upon the night
Regret the worse beneath the smile
Like the unwrapped gifts beneath your bed
My loss betrayed by truth awhile
Fair the days when tiny hands
Sought not what they could not acquire
When truth was earth and food and heat
Fair the days before desire
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