Wanted a warm hug oh these harsh cool wind
WINTER IS STRIKING THE DOOR
The hot cup of coffee with blanket warped over me
OH ! NO WINTER IS STRIKING THE DOOR
Reading near the fireplace lost in the rhythm of
rocking
chair
Ah! Gotcha said winter coming close to me
Restless on the chair I made my way to run
But soon winter holds me tight , I am caught he said
with a
grin
I am so freezed and squirmed a lot
Living with winter , like in prison
BUT HAPPY TO KNOW SUMMER WOULD BE SOON
STRIKING
OUR DOOR
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC
Wanted a warm hug oh these harsh cool wind
WINTER IS STRIKING THE DOOR
The hot cup of coffee with blanket warped over me
OH ! NO WINTER IS STRIKING THE DOOR
Reading near the fireplace lost in the rhythm of
rocking
chair
Ah! Gotcha said winter coming close to me
Restless on the chair I made my way to run
But soon winter holds me tight , I am caught he said
with a
grin
I am so freezed and squirmed a lot
Living with winter , like in prison
BUT HAPPY TO KNOW SUMMER WOULD BE SOON
STRIKING
OUR DOOR
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