Title: Valgfritt

Text: I walked through the door with you, the air was cold. Something 'bout it felt like home somehow and I left my scarf there, at your sister's house. And you've still got it, after all this time. And I know it's long gone and that magic's not there no more, and I might be okay but I'm not fine at all oh, oh, oh. Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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