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winchester (genus Humboldt)
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Categories: words and feelings
Statuses: Updating
The cold wind blows, the yellow leaves drift, the man's sadness is sowing his feelings here; the winter night is bawling, the snow capped, the young girl's pure love is waiting for the spring to come. Birds flap their featherless wings, unwilling to succumb to fate. The birds flap their featherless wings, unwilling to succumb to fate. I'm like a snowflake in the sky. I'm like a snowflake from the sky, I can't get...