The early morning's bitter cold
reminds me that my soul's been sold
for frigid winds I cannot feel,
without you here, nothing is real
May 20, 2012
May 20, 2012 at 1:55 AM UTC
The early morning's bitter cold
reminds me that my soul's been sold
for frigid winds I cannot feel,
without you here, nothing is real
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