Summers and solitude, winters and wistfulness. God, Arctic snow and strawberries.
Then you came my way on a winter's day Shouted loudly come out and play Can't you tell I've got news for you Sun is shining and so are you
And we're gonna be alright, dry your tears and hold tight
(Axwell & Ingrosso: Sun Is Shining)
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