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I'm not particularly familiar with any weather.

But I saw you one day with snow piling up on your hair and you looked like as if you were waiting for a long time and they didn't arrive.

And you said it's fine, because soon it'll rain and everything will melt the same way you're starting to wither.

And I fell asleep.

0:53, goodnight.

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