| I must concede that three is the loneliest number. |


Sun's DeliveranceThe bitter wind stings our faces like a lover stings our hearts.Sun's Deliverance
We want to push away those feelings, but like the cold, we cannot seem to warm ourselves.
We pray that the sun delivers us from the grip of the rose and lays us down upon a bed of petals. The comfort of a soft love.
Too soon do the seasons change. Spring to fall, and then finally winter. Beautiful things die or go dormant, but we know in our hearts that spring will come again.
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Don´t be a bad human - Be Happy Polarbear!
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Be Happy PolarBear/
Be Happy PolarBear/
Be Happy PolarBear because you are Happy PolarBear!
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