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It's getting cold it's pouring with rain your own light inside your heart. For every breath feeling lungs with cold black wind a wolf stares sniffs and howls. In every heartbeat a soul's vast a lion's roar   its dark brown eyes the color of a cloak. It's getting warmer south wind whiff's it's your own breath inside my chest.
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Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 7:57 PM UTC
Wind cloack
It's getting cold it's pouring with rain your own light inside your heart. For every breath feeling lungs with cold black wind a wolf stares sniffs and howls. In every heartbeat a soul's vast a lion's roar   its dark brown eyes the color of a cloak. It's getting warmer south wind whiff's it's your own breath inside my chest.
Dimitrios
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Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 7:57 PM UTC
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