Dear,
The cold days comes. And I think about you.
I know that between haven and this land it is me with hart which is beating just with your name in it. You are warmness for it in these cold days.
The cold days comes. And I think about you.
I know that between haven and this land it is me with hart which is beating just with your name in it. You are warmness for it in these cold days.
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