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Every day of winter in London..
The time has come for colds and overcoats.
We’re quiet on the ride; we’re all just waiting to get home.
Another week away… My greatest fear.
I need the smell of summer; I need its noises in my ear.
The time has come for colds and overcoats.
We’re quiet on the ride; we’re all just waiting to get home.
Another week away… My greatest fear.
I need the smell of summer; I need its noises in my ear.
