There's something about night falling
in November, a brief and solemn
excitement, the last lights
of a sinking ship
Do you like Winter?
Not really.
You should move somewhere warm then.
But the twilight tells me to
Stay.
in November, a brief and solemn
excitement, the last lights
of a sinking ship
Do you like Winter?
Not really.
You should move somewhere warm then.
But the twilight tells me to
Stay.
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