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The dream is a burning house of wood, and noone understood, this is a summer, like many others, of family re onion, father, mothers, children, and of slow burning small flames in our times... (Som en svensk skriver engelska)

Screaming distance

She was moaning, oh so moaning
I was bathing, oh so bathing
in a freneshing swedish dance
in a so re freshing swedische dance

she was naked and awaken
I was naked and I been taken
of the moment
oh this very moment

and it was a slow summer
this mid summer
in love freak wented dance
this last summer of a last chanse

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Publicerad 2024-05-14 07:42

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