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And when the midnight oil burns out and the fire slowly dies, the only thought left in my head is the thought of you.
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Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
At the end of the day
And when the midnight oil burns out and the fire slowly dies, the only thought left in my head is the thought of you.
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bmsna
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
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