I'd been a girl and wandering.
Frequented my late afternoon
summer in
You made me forget about
have, want and exert
and all of
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
do you know Wim
he likes cities and I like him
do
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