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The air, it smells like summerLike freedom in JulyI get candyfloss nostagliaWhen I smell apple pieThe night is black and bitterThe air smells of cigarsI get candyfloss nostalgiaAround bonfires beneath starsThe atmosphere is magicFrank Sinatra’s singing outI get candyfloss nostalgiaWhen Christmas comes aboutThe day is fresh and charmingBluebells sleep below the treesI get candyfloss nostalgiaWhenContinue reading “Candyfloss Nostalgia”