Founder's Canon
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t was a cold December night
And I was upstairs in my room
With her
And I loved her so
More than you can know
My mother was downstairs cooking
And the door was wide open
And I was
With her
Bold we were, with the watchman so near
And at that moment, I decided I would spend
The rest of my life
With her
As a gift, I laid before her
And lost my precious innocence
With her
I gave her what I was saving
Because I was so sure I’d always be
With her
But looking back, I should’ve kept it
For now I sit here, alone
Without her
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