I stare intently into the far
I can't see anything, it's very chilly
I try to picture February, my star
September or November only, really?
It's autumn, right, it’s autumn outside
Although there's a blizzard blowing ascending
But day as melted yellow milk goes out
From milk carton of my best friend
You can't stop running things by will
Can't fix them, can't swap places
Just take another bag of milk
And cover with your sleeves replacement
Events rush one by one into the far
Hello, February – my shining star
Milk carton
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