@ midnight.mover:
hab den thread wohl ne zeit lang übersehen……
hätte mich aber fast hung up genannt….
„I don’t care how long this lasts
We have no future, we have no past
I write this now while I’m in control
I’ll choose the words and how the melody goes,
Along winding streets we walked hand in hand
And how I long for that sharp wind
To take my breath away again
I’d run my fingers through your hair
Hair like a wheatfield I’d run through
That I’d run through…..“
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I'm feeling supersonic, gimme gin and tonic