I'd been a girl and wandering.
Frequented my late afternoon
summer in
Who knows the things?
The one who knows
what are you dreaming
remember the day
when I left home to buy some food
myself
Sofly, in the winter time
softly, when we're about to dine
Softly
tonight when I came home from work, hurt
tonight when I
do you know Wim
he likes cities and I like him
do
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