mywintergarten

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Dear Casie,
Your boobs are diaments in the sky,
to see you i feel flying high.
Your body is hoter than a dream,
I want to lick you as ice cream.
Don’t let your breast hurt by a knife,
you are for every man a good wife.

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I bought a lot of gadgets,

to make evolution faster,

but there is no work with tablets,

so my finace is a desaster

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Moving boobs at the morning
and the day doesn`t start boring.
Begining with warm cheese and bread
Putting a lot of coffee in the head.
Enough time for a long shower
make me ready for a day of power.
Planing the day with the right balance,
hearing music, I want to dance.

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I have got soul, babe!
I hear the green grass growing.
The wind whispers while blowing.
The shadow has it’s own life.
I take a walk at moonrise.
They speak about disorder
seeing more than the horizon border.
I have got soul, babe!

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I see a red car an I wish it is mine,

but in my pocket i have only a dime.

I see a young woman, dressed in white.

Shall I asked her to be my bride?

Will I find a good wife,

for the rest of my life?

I always have hope,

nevermore taking dope

 

Ich sehe ein rotes Auto und wünsche, es wär‘ meins.

Doch Geld dafür habe ich leider keins.

Ich seh‘ eine junge Frau,

ob ich ihr in die Augen schau

und sie frag nach ’nem Date,

bei mir daheim abends spät.

Die Hoffnung stirbt zuletzt,

etwas Trost bleibt immer als Rest.

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Young people go to their school,
for some is it fun, for some is it cruel.
A long weekend stands before,
but no football match to watch and adore
Haveing a good sleep last night,
but a strange dream with a senseless fight.
A lot of people think today:
Thanks god its Friday.

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