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Pure and innocent it was,
That blissful feeling ,
Like those winter days;
It can never be replicated.
Affection to this heart first;
Your tender words loud,
To this vicious soul reminds,
How mysterious...
That blissful feeling ,
Like those winter days;
It can never be replicated.
Affection to this heart first;
Your tender words loud,
To this vicious soul reminds,
How mysterious...
