[Letter] We welcome the winter wind, the colors of our bones. Want to get and set? And clear your mind, before the earth cools. The ash in the air, I know it's difficult when you blow in the wind in your hair. If you were a snowflake, identification is equally impossible. spilled coffee in the morning, please, and this is what I like the cold nights. Because his jacket fits me just my size. Woah oh oh. Woah oh oh. Baby, love is like a vacation. And everyone here, andThis is sincere. Verify that the list you made for Christmas. Because I was on the ceiling all night for gifts to the world so that every child like me, every time I see you feel. And you hang these subtle things that make our spirits warm, and the comfort of your Christmas songs and bands, and Christmas lights in the rear drive away. The ash in the air. They know that their hard yet so far. This is a test of strength, but just a moment sitting next to you. ComeIn the morning when I wake up staring at the makeup. Light the fire all night, drinking hot chocolate, sing, and sigh. Woah oh oh. Woah oh oh. Baby, love is like a vacation. And everyone here, and this is sincere. Verify that the list you made for Christmas. Because I was on the ceiling all night for gifts to the world so that every child like me, every time I see you feel. In the house to come to the Midwest, hunting, gliding winter. Take your poinsettia.You ...
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