The sun is raising over the frozen landscape that is flying by outside my train window.
This is my world.
The darkness of the winter is chased away by the bleak morning sun.
This is your world.
We are still heading towards darker times, and I miss your touch.
This is my world.
The darkness of the winter is chased away by the bleak morning sun.
This is your world.
We are still heading towards darker times, and I miss your touch.
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