It's a January 9 a.m. sunrise
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On the cobbles of St. Petersburg
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And champagne misty eyes.
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Someone started painting
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All those pictures in the snow.
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Where do they go?
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Play the song,
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You know the time is right
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We'll think of them
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On such a winter's night.
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You know we'll never come this way again.
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Hear cries upon the wind.
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Tame the violent seas
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Make them calm again,
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Let the story never end,
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You'll find tomorrow's dreams
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This January morning.
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The sidewalks play
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With shadows from the light
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And memories
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Of such a winter's night.
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You know we'll never come this way again.
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Hear cries upon the wind.
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Tame the violent seas
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Make them calm again,
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Let the story never end,
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You'll find tomorrow's dreams
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This January morning.
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It's a January 9 a.m. sunrise
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On the cobbles of St. Petersburg
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And champagne misty eyes
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Sad to see those pictures
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Are all melting in the snow
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This January Morning
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| The Barclay James Harvest |
