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Description
Love isn't always fireworks, champagne and synchronised sunsets. Sometimes it's Tuesday. A suitcase on the bed, socks rolled up in pairs, and your heart already aching, even though no one has left yet.
This song is about that quiet magic: when even at the lowest point, amid fatigue, greyness and ‘everything is wrong again,’ someone suddenly appears who simply... stays. They don't save you - they warm you. They don't shout - they hold your hand. And so it goes, day after day.
And it seems like nothing loud. Just love. Real love. The kind that doesn't go away when it's the low season.
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