when everything else is cold.
love is knowing they´ll still be there
when everything else is old.
love is hearts beating faster and faster
while everything else is slowed down.
love is singing sweet songs to him
eaven if houndreds are around.
(OBS! det är mitt öga som jag själv fotat, sno inte tack!)
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