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Melancholy MarchMelancholy March, your gloom is showingYour winds are glowing across the sky Melancholy March, your clouds are crying Your trees are sighing as though they'll die I know you're late for winter's tale Too early for any spring So we stand, hand in hand, waiting for anything! Melancholy March, without a season You have no reason or rhyme to be Melancholy March, meet melancholy me! Melancholy March, meet melancholy me! |