November's Child - Copyright (C) 6/30/08 by Dan Sharpe

Time to let her go, turn away,
say goodbye, and walk away.
Cause you've gotta know,
that her heart will never show.

She is just a child of November,
brittle, cold, and gray.
It's time that you remember,
your love, she threw away.

If you follow, then November,
will lead you to December,
and its bitter frigid frost,
where your frozen heart is lost.




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