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May 2015
Third
I am cold,
outside, the wind blows
and desperate trees
shed their leaves at the air

and  counting every second  by this way
I'm even right now waiting for you
Written by
Richard OLaya  La Aurora, México, México
(La Aurora, México, México)   
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   Cold-Bones
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