The warmth is white in January
The light falls down through shining snow
From sun that's cold, it's coldest ever
These things are to inspire, you know
The night is black in January
The eye that should forever glow
Your heart is heavy one to carry
These things are to inspire, you know
The wine is red in January
These colors hypnotize you so
These things are all to make you care
And you are to inspire, I know
Maybe not tonight
And not in time
Everything will come
Everything will come
Your thoughts are growing older slow
January
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