«The cold wind is blowing and the streets are getting dark, I'm writting you a letter and I don't know where to start. The bells will be ringing Saint John the Divine, I get a litt…aforizm.onlineThe cold wind is blowing and the streets are getting dark, I'm writting you a letter and I don't know where to start. The bells will be ringing Saint John the Divine, I get a little lonely everyday around this time.The cold wind is blowing and the streets are getting dark, I'm writting you a letter and I don't know where to start. The bells will be ringing Saint John the Divine, I get a little lonely everyday around this time.
