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| There's no snow. But it's so very cold outside. Everybody's hurrying to get home. To go to their family or lovers. Me? I'm walking through the streets, on my own. Nowhere to go or no place to stay, wandering in the orange street-lights. Suddenly, it starts snowing and I stop to watch the first cristals coming down. Then I continue in the search of some bar. To walk in and drink my misery away jOhNduDe |
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