I had to inscribe this hymn of perpetuity,
To mirror the epitome of all eternity.
There is a river that meanders relentlessly, along the highlands,
Sprouting and prancing to the tunes of the marching kilted bands.
The River Of January, flowing for one month in the year,
Giving hope to faith, love to hate, valour to fear.
However, this ecstasy and zest is transitory,
The rest of the months, the earth spins into ignominy.
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