Late october.
So windy and wet white flakes.
Too warm for a coat.
Snow lashes my face.
I'm walking for no reason.
Cheery, cheeks are red.
Cheery, cheeks are red.
Among the ocean.
you'll be sank by the greatest wave.
Happines is here, but it dissapears, if I see it ends.
That's why I don't like permanence.
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