alla drömmar ryms i en kopp te
På ett bord står en vas med rosa tulpaner, en morgontidning och två tekoppar. Hon skrapar ihop några brödsmulor. Det är väl ingen som bryr sig om några brödsmulor?
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last bitter song
she was an alcoholic artist with too much make-up round her eyes and I never knew her real name she was a sunbeam wrapped in lies but I love her and I'm sorry and that's all there is to say it's like a fairy from the ancient time and I hope it, hope it stays that way and when I woke up on your kitchen floor with a headache made in hell
