wasn't cold or anything, and a wind blew
across the scene. You thought it was a holiday
in France. I thought about the first time
of everything. The next morning we will
forget what the well-timed word means.
A wind blew in France, and everything
the next morning wasn't the weather.
The holiday was cold and anything
you thought started out with the morning
and everything. We forgot the scene.
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