She met all of them,
In the cold month of December.
She fancy all of them,
In the end, they hurt her.

She was wondering,
"Why is it always like that?"
"Why is it always December?"
"Is it a curse?"

She met him in December.
She realized it is her month.
She cried while realizing it.
She thinks this December she'll be hurt again.

Prove her wrong!
Her December is not curse!
She wants you to be her happy December,
But why are you doing nothing?

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