Huxleys Neue Welt

When I 

first saw 

you I knew 

that you had

a flame in 

your heart.

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When all the fog fell down from the sky your heart climbed up.
Young people, no animals, sweet corn. If a train is delayed, you end up eating fried potatoes you have randomly been offered by someone you supposedly met a month ago.

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Gestorben wird immer, what can we do.
We are furniture, we are furniture.