Zero-Seven
Finally, end of the year
No friends were to wear
No lover was there to care
Here alone, always no dear
Warm love is now freezing
On December cold feeling
When the sunset comes evening
Announce end of the year
Last word of last day
Put dreams of love away
No purity in what you say
If you're same last year
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