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The first of January's nights

I was looking at that window thinking

there's someone I love in there - 

and she was

 

I looked at your window later

waving a thousand times - 

and yet couldn't stop

 

I'm looking at that dim lit window

as cold rain struggles to freeze white -

 

And in there are my mad life's beauties,

as I lean against the first of January's nights

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