The White and the Red

A girl stands and waits
For her beloved one
For on this Christmas day
She hope to endure endless fun

It is cold
And past the time expected
But she still waits
For her love is not defective

Here is the train
But no one is familiar
A man in a black hat walks up
and says" Are you Mrs. Miller?"

She says" Yes."
and he hands her a note
she reads in quiet despair
She sits and cries
because her love isn't there

He died on a cold day
in a room white as snow
He had been shot
So then he had to go

Beforehand he wrote a note
telling how much he loved her
now she reads what he wrote
Oh how she misses her lover

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