This story has already happened in the early In the absence of eyes before the tears had been asked to Have been grateful for the first And your eyes more independent than others, why February? Dan Dan's always cold weather Always wind slightest trace of rain - Strains of grass hanging down even lower by the end of eyelids "How refreshing the memory ah That the direction from the unknown I drink to the thrill of the unknown ... ... " And you paid for spelling over the life of the February February older, you sing in exposed blanking in yourself.