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The cold is knocking on my door.
I pretend I don't hear.
It's outside, calling.
Showing itself on the rooftops.
It's a lonely fellow.
When I step out,
it crawls into my jacket.
I think it is cold itself.
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Hello,
SvaraRaderaI've watched your posts and they are very beautiful, you are so great and full talent, and i love your style , you are so beautiful ,just do this because you are so goooddddd!!! :)
Thanks for all of your tips.
Oh, thanks a lot! :) /Geraldjean
Radera