Where will I go back to ?
When I am back from the old, renamed, city of joy;
Into another awaiting that ceremony.
Cold it is more here, getting colder even ...
The extra-warmth of people making up,
for that deficit in percieved heat.
When I am back from the old, renamed, city of joy;
Into another awaiting that ceremony.
Cold it is more here, getting colder even ...
The extra-warmth of people making up,
for that deficit in percieved heat.
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