A girl called January is talking to me
Stealing my breath and making it hers
Sweetly carrying me past my own fences and locked doors
So brightly we walk as night falls down
There is little left but to fade away.

A girl called January is talking to me.
With strange sad glances and words that can barely fall from her lips,
Never letting me forget how soon this life ends.

Sitting forever on granite steps,
As long as we can until the new dawn arrives,
When nobody can see us glow.
The morning sun is far too brilliant

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