Every Month Holds Something

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In the January skies, I fall for all the lies

In the February trees, I climb to know the meaning

In the March colors, I look but that doesn't mean I'm seeing

In the April clouds, I sink into the white

In the May sun, I watch as the people until there's only one

In the June flowers, I watch them walk with the bride

In the July fireworks, I watch all the colors burst

In the August rain, I see every clear water stain

In the September dust, I lay my head to rest

In the October wind, I cry myself to sleep

In the November leaves, I hide from everyone

In the December snow, I let myself freeze

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