Together
Wind
Evening chill
A shiver
Food is that of the smallest mice would eat
The dream
Shelter
Somewhere nice
Impossible
Times of us fading away
Times when some could not move on
Made our souls die down
And have a hard time finding the key to reopen it
Happiness of being alive
Happiness of being a family
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