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Numbing cold sunning my breathe singled outside from the rest sure, I love this time of year candles and groceries and wineWhere is the burden this time to remember?A scuff on your soul creates nothing for keepers the hills are swollen with busy bees dead Hollywood silent screen stars always sneaking through sunsets so telling of what we are really Sure I love this time of year sure I love this time of year Happy happy happy times happy happy From Letras Mania