On the eighth day of Christmas My true love gave to me: eight maids a-milking… January 1st is here bringing a new year and on this the “Eighth Day of Christmas.” Eighth is just s…
Time has fled ahead,
slipping away again.
Bells chime and remind,
that early this morning,
today was forgotten;
reborn as another name.
Yesterday’s a memory drowned,
tomorrow’s not even a dream;
And here I lie, once more alone;
wondering where you’ve gone.
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