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Silent Nights, she waits.
Miserable Days she prays.
Since those happy memorable days.
He placed a gift in the palm of her hand,
a silver locket shining like the light of day
His Gentle touch,her sudden cry,
a look of sadness in her eyes.
clutching the locket she wanted to die.
A soft lullaby played in her mind.
A little tears streamed down her face,
as the other stepped in with careless grace,
and pushed her aside and fell out of her pocket,
the sivler "A" carved,silver locket.
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