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Where are they? I do not know,
Recenttly it began to snow.
Where did my drummer boy go?

Someone began to think and pen,
The search was on again.

I looked away, refusing to look back,
Great my disappointment.
The snowdrift was too high, To
climb over.

The hearth is cold, the fire is out,
Only ashes lying about.

Some leave footprints where
ever they go,
On a summer day, or in the snow.

They just keep walking, never look,
To see how many steps they've
took.
Never trying to erase,
Footprints if it was a mistake.

My father came, talked to me,
Listen dear child, listen to me,
Reconsider, wait and see,
Someday you'll live happily..

When very young, I bought
into a ring
Expecting, precious metal,
Instead costume jewelry.
 

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