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Cold Skin
On a frigid weather
I still remember
That night in December
When you gave me your scarlet letter.
Your cold skin touched mine
And your lips taste like red wine.
In your hands, I'll die—
See...
I still remember
That night in December
When you gave me your scarlet letter.
Your cold skin touched mine
And your lips taste like red wine.
In your hands, I'll die—
See...
