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The cold that burns,

the tides that drift away.

No more talks about tomorrow,

the past is gone and all that was today.

I can't forget the cold

that fell that January day.

Seasons change,

for the rain has washed away

all the smiles and the tears.

What's in between and

all one's hopes and fears

I feel that January's cold

shall never disappear.

Empty sky,

the bitterness unfolds.

Its hard to hold a memory

when there's nothing left to hold.

Rain, rain, rain,

the desert kills what's left inside.

So hard to live when all

you want to do is die.

The book is done,

no more pages left to turn.

No more letters left to write,

nothing left for whom it may concern.

January's cold

shall forever live on.