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Birds were falling from the sky, all leaves had turned to brown |
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The heartless cold froze everything and took my poor red down |
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Poor old red, she's dead and gone her eyes |
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I do remember at least I have this old guitar |
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To get me through December, through December |
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Her eyes were dark as winter's night both |
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Somehow young and old, I loved her most |
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The day she died her hair was colored gold |
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Poor old red, she's dead and gone her eyes |
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I do remember at least I have this old guitar |
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To get me through December, through December |
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Old man winter at my door, the sky heavy with snow, all's cold |
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But my heart poor red it's hard to let you go |
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Poor old red, she's dead and gone her eyes |
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I do remember at least I have this old guitar |
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To get me through December, through December |
