Been on the grass,
Dutch street language,
What the heal, is like ´Tazz´

Waddap, I miss my friends
They´re far away and nearby
IMO colourful sentients

We´re the light in the dark
Have always loved the park
Been on high heels and low wheels
Have been sitting and do the kneels

From the trampoline to low backpain,
Once felt apart on my nineth
When we moved to ´Lands of the Elgium´
My nephew plays the drum

Rambling, chatter chatter
We listen to the generals
Maybe that´s why,
Her vulva is never dry

kisses sent from the galaxy

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