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The winter weather Is a harsh reminder That I cannot Find warmth Within Your Arms The days grow shorter Nights grow longer And with every second I'm dying For Your Touch Yet, I find it Amazing that from Thousand of miles away You still Give Me Butterflies
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Mar 1, 2011
Mar 1, 2011 at 2:57 PM UTC
Winter
The winter weather Is a harsh reminder That I cannot Find warmth Within Your Arms The days grow shorter Nights grow longer And with every second I'm dying For Your Touch Yet, I find it Amazing that from Thousand of miles away You still Give Me Butterflies
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Mar 1, 2011
Mar 1, 2011 at 2:57 PM UTC
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