I dunno…
But I want to see the North…
I want to see the snow...
I want to feel the cold on my face and see the stars high in the sky…
I want to see the Northern Lights glittering in the heavens…
And I want to hold your hand...
Locked in… Looking out… Abandoned by love… And well-intentioned liberals… In hidden rooms created by people other than me… ...
In the mist of time… Trees move away in the distance… Getting fainter… A still and silent world of beauty…. Green giving to...
I do not know this place... It seems like a dream somehow...a memory maybe... It smells of holidays in my youth... Roads are...
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