Stay quiet.

I don't want this feeling to go away.

But when Im here it's gone.

I want to go back.

Am I crazy?

I don't feel the same anymore.

That feeling of good of warmth,

come back now, please, come back.

I gaze into the fire.

How much a fire speaks, it's amazing.

Calm down-- it says.

So I do.

Then I listen some more.

I know this feeling.

I love this feeling.

I miss this feeling so much.

You don't bring me this feeling.

It's vanished as I stepped through the doors.

But what a great feeling.

How lucky I am to have felt it.

I love it.

Cold to cold.

No warmth but inside.

Return soon.

All I ask of you.

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