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After the end of cold evening I pull through the sleeves of my sweater Keep my hand wrapped around my coffee Get ready to dive into a new adventure The book resting on the table The one who'd keep me up till early morning.
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Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 3:11 PM UTC
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After the end of cold evening I pull through the sleeves of my sweater Keep my hand wrapped around my coffee Get ready to dive into a new adventure The book resting on the table The one who'd keep me up till early morning.
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Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 3:11 PM UTC
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