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"When the winter wind
makes the flesh of autumn bleed,
all that's left are these
Novemeber days,
empty of meaning and full of light,
there's a last chance
before the frost hits the ground,
won't you,
protect me,
from the sun..."

for
hope you don't mind..

Description
"When the winter wind
makes the flesh of autumn bleed,
all that's left are these
Novemeber days,
empty of meaning and full of light,
there's a last chance
before the frost hits the ground,
won't you,
protect me,
from the sun..."

for
hope you don't mind..