| It’s a January 9 a.m. sunrise
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| On the cobbles of St. Petersburg
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| And champagne misty eyes.
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| Someone started painting
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| All those pictures in the snow.
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| Where do they go?
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| Play the song,
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| You know the time is right
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| We’ll think of them
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| On such a winter’s night.
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| You know we’ll never come this way again.
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| Hear cries upon the wind.
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| Tame the violent seas
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| Make them calm again,
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| Let the story never end,
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| You’ll find tomorrow’s dreams
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| This January morning.
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| The sidewalks play
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| With shadows from the light
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| And memories
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| Of such a winter’s night.
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| You know we’ll never come this way again.
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| Hear cries upon the wind.
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| Tame the violent seas
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| Make them calm again,
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| Let the story never end,
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| You’ll find tomorrow’s dreams
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| This January morning.
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| It’s a January 9 a.m. sunrise
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| On the cobbles of St. Petersburg
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| And champagne misty eyes
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| Sad to see those pictures
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| Are all melting in the snow |