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as the stars shine out my window i can only think of the glimmer in his eyes when we kissed for the first time, before they became dry and as the cold wind freezes me to the bones gives me chills to the bones
There's just something about kissing in the cold At night, of course. This would never get old. Like when you're outside saying goodbye, And he pulls you in close so your bodies collide.