Melancholy March
Julie London
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Melancholy March, your gloom is showing
Your winds are blowing across the sky
Melancholy March, your clouds are crying
Your trees are sighing as though they'll die
I know you’re late for winter's tale
Too early for any spring
So we stand hand in hand
Waiting for anything
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Melancholy March without a season
You have no reason or rhyme to be
Melancholy March, meet melancholy me
Melancholy March, meet melancholy me