Ich dachte an Ttung selbst, weil ich nur ein Maurer und Sie eine Frau bin, die den Mann liebt, der einen Drogespeicher laufen lt.
Ich interessiere mich nicht, wie ich zu verwendete; Ich lege die Ziegelsteine, die gerader sind, als ich zu verwendete und ich langsameres singe, die Trowelnachmittage anfassend.
Wenn die Sonne in meinen Augen ist und die Strichleitern wackelig sind und die Mrserbretter falsch gehen, denke ich an Sie.
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