Dear friends,
over the ocean or just over the sea, how are you? Today I heard this song in a shop, and suddenly I was thinking of the three of you, missing you a little. We all started off from that small city in the south Germany, and now look where we are.
I hope that life is treating you all well, nourishing your dreams, showing you its beauty every single day, with excitement, and emotions, and visions, lots of cups of tea and glasses of wine.
I miss you today, and remember that there is a meal that I am waiting to share with you in my apartment here, or in whatever other corner of the world will be the setting for our next meeting,
love,
magnolia
I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hair Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhere
Have I found you Flightless bird, jealous, weeping or lost you, american mouth Big pill looming
Now I'm a fat house cat Nursing my sore blunt tongue Watching the warm poison rats curl through the wide fence cracks Pissing on magazine photos Those fishing lures thrown in the cold And clean blood of Christ mountain stream
Have I found you Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding or lost you, american mouth Big pill stuck going down
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