Kevin Browne: Songs

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)

All her days are numbered, standing in a row
Gentle as a whisper on the freshly fallen snow

The air begins to tremble
It takes her through the days
Caught between the seasons, reflecting on her ways
That’s where January plays

Icicles are forming on the corners of her page
Graceful as a snowflake, she glides across the stage

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Ah, but it’s so different here
She stays lost in the fog
And by July no one’s missing her
But she always returns

‘Round the corners and the rooftops the wind calls out her name
In winter’s tranquil moments she plays her secret game

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