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As I wake in the morning to find my favourite window covered in mist I then realise winter is here just, just Its warm in my bed Id rather rest my head then face the cold of winter as winter is just, just I fear the cold of winter trenching over my face is it to late to long for summer coz winter is here just, just
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Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 4:58 AM UTC
Winter
As I wake in the morning to find my favourite window covered in mist I then realise winter is here just, just Its warm in my bed Id rather rest my head then face the cold of winter as winter is just, just I fear the cold of winter trenching over my face is it to late to long for summer coz winter is here just, just
Winter, Cold, Summer, Cuddles
lazlo-mehl
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Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 4:58 AM UTC
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