27 Degrees
Mosquitos
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We`re just sitting holding hands.
Everybody`s left the beach.
Summer is over, but we`re not going anywhere.
We`re just waiting for the sunshine to come back again.
Feeling breezes, windy trees and you.
Kiss my lips, they`re turning blue.
It`s twenty-seven Fahrenheit.
It`s below zero Celsius.
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