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The Cliffs of Christmas
Waiting
where lovers leap
the pain of Christmas
haunting my soul
Your laughter
opens presents by the tree
each unwrapping
a tortured sigh of dreams
The crueller memories
saved for this day
especially reprised
to drown out thunder
on rocks below
I stand for an hour
where you once did
and embrace the wind
my heart bled dry
by a gull's cold stare
that dares me follow
your final step
where lovers leap
the pain of Christmas
haunting my soul
Your laughter
opens presents by the tree
each unwrapping
a tortured sigh of dreams
The crueller memories
saved for this day
especially reprised
to drown out thunder
on rocks below
I stand for an hour
where you once did
and embrace the wind
my heart bled dry
by a gull's cold stare
that dares me follow
your final step
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