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I was saying I like summer While you prefer December What if all this were a force Can we call it our treasure You protect me from the cold Until December yet to come Can you please do me a favor I care about you very much So much to me toi mon coeur That now I love December You protect me from the cold Until December yet to come
Writer(s): Thomas Faton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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