When the days and the nights are cold, that´s when I´m thinking of you. I don´t know exactly where you are or what you are doing, but I´m thinking of you.
So I´m not cold these bleak days. Plausible trick.
that is part of the beauty of literature: you discover that your longings are universal longings, that you´re not lonely and isolated from anyone. you belong.(F. Scott Fitzgerald)
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