Christmas Blank

Sometimes the rusty in the made of gold

Is often dusty and newly old

Glossed with misery and sadness cold

And though the sea, at my side

Beneath a sky of extent wide

The dry end is my guide

And of my tears cries a tear

Before a doom fallen near

That lies at the end of year

To be discontinued...

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