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when i was happy you were with me. entweder sag' ich so oder einmal auf Deutsch. i saw the stars, the rain was liquid, we both were almost sleepy, and then our phones called quickly. i thought: wow, that's my girl! and, what'd you know? of course it's you, my dear pill-box. that always was my dream. you made it real, god, fucking free! my thoughts on german. yeah, that's country, where you are leaving now, but, poor, without me. i really want to know, if my knees're broken and arms have fallen. the clouds were heavy in the night we met. we came best friends, said first i love you now we are saying that whole days and truly, i see nest. there are some birds: mom, dad and nose. just little prince. he's mr. princh. i hope, they will be kind and what the pleasure — here am i, like lil art-deco. i hold your hand and say hello you're standing here, wanting go home we walk not fast, we just begin to listen silent crunches — autumn leaves. they're crunching down and, my dear, you're laughing hard. i can't believe: my dream is real! our legs led us to home there was so safety god, wow-wow! there were some cups with tea, but we had not idea, with what it should be drinked we watched our faces, saying bro it doesn't matter — we're at home! we hold our hands, cups and cd. god i'm so stucked with it don't want to dream don't want to sleep just talk with me, my little cream.