September
November 2009
Warm yourself by the fire son And the morning will come soon I’ll tell you stories of a better time In a place that we once knew Before we packed our bags And left all this behind us in the dust We
Warm yourself by the fire son And the morning will come soon I’ll tell you stories of a better time In a place that we once knew Before we packed our bags And left all this behind us in the dust We
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