"How pale is the sky that brings forth the rain
As the changing of season prepares me again
For the long bitter nights and the wild winter's stay
My heart has grown cold, my love stored away
My heart has grown cold, my love stored away...
Just get me through december
A promise I'll remember
Get me through december
So I can start again."
-Alison Krauss, Get me Through December
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