When Nights sleep the whole night
And days hide their face with shame;
When winds become cold like ice
And sluggish Ice becomes lame;
When Sun seems to have got tired
And the heat does not remain the same;
When birds seeks the refuge in mist
And shrills turn into silence tame;
When new diaries will be seen in shops
And passing Year loses its fame;
When Morning extends to Noon's house
And Evening enters soon Nights tomb;
When memories will escape to moments passed
And Future will be forget its claim;
When eyes will be filled with hot dew
While watching faces who came;
When leaves will break with parent trees
And Time its authority will proclaim;
It will be the reign of December my dear
It will be the reign of December my dear.
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