It's cold. It's chilly.
How frozen're my feelings...
But with rising sun
everyone's inspired to sign
to be a member
of jazz radio team
to survive with music
in winter extreme...
And we're sitting
cozy at home
with coffee and tea,
wearing layers of fears
under the winter dome,
hidden within the clothes
tulips and roses alike
in idle poses
while our souls collide...
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Spring does so want to come, but keeps getting stuck in the land of cold.
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