Hear me out!
It’s the cold breeze on your skin,
wet socks in your shoes
One morning we were dancing
under the rainbow
It was then when all the skies
turned to grey
And we saw it coming -
from beneath
The circus came to town
There were no balloons or trumpets
Instead there were unhappy faces,
screaming voices
“I NEVER WANNA SEE YOU AGAIN”,
he shouted
when the audience started to cheer
Selite:
Olipas hassua kirjoittaa jotain pitkästä aikaa. Hassu on tuotoskin, muutaman kuukauden tuottamiskykenemättömyyden jälkeen.
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