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[title] => I Met Her In December
[time] => 2014-07-01 20:03:30
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[bodytext] => I met her in December
When the snow began to fall
She was sixteen, fairest girl of all
I met her in December
When the snow began to fall
I asked her name that day
She said she couldn’t stay
When the snow began to fall
I asked her name that day
Her words the sweetest yet
My name is Joan, I’m glad we met
I asked her name that day
Her words the sweetest yet
She was home on short vacation
From another state and region
Her words the sweetest yet
I met her in December
When the snow began to fall
She was sixteen, fairest girl of all
I met her in December
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