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Soft warm fire in the bedroom I love the cold The cold haunting wind Standing pressed against Smiling in its airy wave The best feelings are but short moments How I wish they together could last longer Wise teacher, teach me. turn now, into ice, made of fire.
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Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 4:29 AM UTC
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Soft warm fire in the bedroom I love the cold The cold haunting wind Standing pressed against Smiling in its airy wave The best feelings are but short moments How I wish they together could last longer Wise teacher, teach me. turn now, into ice, made of fire.
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Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 4:29 AM UTC
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