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the night is quiet, the air is cold. no hand to touch, no arms to hold.
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Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 10:41 PM UTC
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the night is quiet, the air is cold. no hand to touch, no arms to hold.
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Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 10:41 PM UTC
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