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Cold as the northern winds In December mornings, Cold is the cry that rings From this far distant shore. Winter has come too late Too close beside me
Bản dịch: Enya. Exile.
: Cold as the northern winds In December mornings, Cold is the cry that rings From this far distant shore. Winter has come too late Too close beside
