The Song of Hopefulness

An Empty Seat at the Table

 

(Verse 1)

Snow falls late in November.

People rushing in the city streets and countryside.

Sweet aroma of the fireplace

and the mountain scent of pine

With hot apple cider,

and her beau beside her.

Children dancing, singing.

Deck the halls and flood the shopping malls

Blanket of moonlit snow.

And all is calm.

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