Cold autumn wind whistles in a bottle.
With anger choked in a throat, we don't change at all.
I'm dead in your eyes, if I could make sun look back.
I'm freezing.
As soon as you will learn how to laugh again.
I'm dead in your eyes, if I could make sun look back.
I'm freezing.
no changes...
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