On a winter Sunday I go
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To clear away the snow
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And green the ground below
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April all an ocean away
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Is this the better way to spend the day?
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Keeping the winter at bay
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What were the words I meant to say before you left?
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When I could see your breath lead where you were going to
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Maybe I should just a€œlet it bea€?
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and maybe it will all come back to me
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Sing oh January oh!
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How I lived a childhood in snow
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And all my teens in tow
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Stuffed in strata of glow
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Hail the winter days after dark
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Wandering the gray memorial park
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A fleeting beating of hearts
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What were the words I meant to say before she left?
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When I could see her breath lead where she was going to
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Maybe I should just a€œlet it bea€?
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And maybe it will all come back to me
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Sing oh Janu...
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Oh January oh
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January Hymn
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| The Decemberists |
