as this disaster of a january drags on, our brain as sublimily attacked by winter songs, this one from mister steve miller came to mind.
in the winter time
When all the leaves are brown
And the wind blows so chill
And the birds have all flown for the summer
I'm callin', hear me callin', hear me callin'
I'm callin', hear me callin', hear me callin'
In the winter time
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