I love to hear jazz, blues and soul. By the silent night, the same way it absorbs me while it is being played, the simple image of you appears to invite me losing track on a trip we had never planned.
Do you know how many times am I lost in meaningless things, looking at the window and having the thought of you warming me?
Do you know how many times am I lost in meaningless things, looking at the window and having the thought of you warming me?
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