January sunshine
It’s January again.
It’s January again.
The cries of the magpies,
It’s January again.
The cries of the magpies,
The hum of the trains,
The sight of the sunshine,
The smell of the drains,
The chirp of the sparrows,
The sound of the planes,
Still early I know,
But I can’t refrain
From thinking of spring.
It’s January again.
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