the January tree
the way wind was winter against my face;
I swallowed some snowflakes
as I stepped along the creek
and saw the past lingering
in mist above the fields
there was a tree
strong and alone
and we stood in January
the January tree
the January tree
the way wind was winter against my face;
I swallowed some snowflakes
as I stepped along the creek
and saw the past lingering
in mist above the fields
there was a tree
strong and alone
and we stood in January
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