January snow.
All over the town. Covering the trees.
The car and the ground. Cold and windy breeze.
Fingers turning blue. Winter days are short.
And lonely without you.
All over the town. Covering the trees.
The car and the ground. Cold and windy breeze.
Fingers turning blue. Winter days are short.
And lonely without you.
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