i won't say a word about your stinking breath cause i love the way you mess with me; the city she loves me? i believe it is a man. his streets are getting colder and so the hours i spent with him become rare, at least the hours i spent experiencing. a bus or train or my poor feet transport me and i sit [even when i don't] and watch him reveal new
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"vliegen vallen opstaan en weer doorgaan" zong een beroemde zanger ooit.
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