The 17th of January, the
Janus moon;
A few days perhaps, and then so soon;
I will be gone, no farewell glance.
You will forget my role perchance.
It is your nature, not to realise;
How great an effort, this heart denies;
To keep a promise and save a soul
That shattered it once, if truth be told.
I know the words - I have sung this song.
I know the words because I wrote this song.
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