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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
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May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 10:33 AM UTC
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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
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richard-olaya
La Aurora, México, México
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 10:33 AM UTC
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