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Jan 2015
it's getting windy, it's getting cold
          i wait and wait for stories to unfold

                   but there was no such thing to be told
     just my chilled hands waiting for you to hold
Irish
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Irish  Canada
(Canada)   
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   Elli and JWolfeB
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