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Laura Veirs – July Flame

two thirty nine am the middle of the night this is in repeat and i wish it was in fact july and i wonder why winter and cold can be ravishing and elegant up in the rocky mountains and yet in the city the sense of freedom and beauty is gone evaporated in mid air and suppressed to nothing but the blues so in an attempt to desperately block the omnipresent gloom out i start counting down and busy myself with significantly insignificant events that will make the months go by one hundred and fourty two days to be specific and until that time comes i swathe myself in warmth by listening to this song



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