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Desperate lonely cold midnight roads his mystery and my logic The smell of his hair when he was twenty Campfires in the snow banks A thought; you will always be here My always promises too late The flowers are beautiful on your tomb
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Dec 17, 2023
Dec 17, 2023 at 8:27 PM UTC
Jonas
Desperate lonely cold midnight roads his mystery and my logic The smell of his hair when he was twenty Campfires in the snow banks A thought; you will always be here My always promises too late The flowers are beautiful on your tomb
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Dec 17, 2023
Dec 17, 2023 at 8:27 PM UTC
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