Not Yet

Time brought me many another friend
— — That loved me longer.
New love was kind, but in the end
— — Old love was stronger.

Years come and go. No New Year yet
— — Hath slain December.
And all that should have cried — " Forget! "
— — Cries but — " Remember! "
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