Unusual winter days,
When skies wear
Tinges of orange,
Bach quietly plays,
And inside,
Is as calm as out.
Rare days,
To sit back,
Feel grateful, and
Watch the sunrise.
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Unusual winter days,
When skies wear
Tinges of orange,
Bach quietly plays,
And inside,
Is as calm as out.
Rare days,
To sit back,
Feel grateful, and
Watch the sunrise.