And the perfect blue sky shakes his scars. Aircraft. They pierce through and through. I see you and you go, my eyes looking for you.
I see you and you go: you're next door and you think about me taking off. You ask a tea hostess. It is not even pretty, not even hot tea. The pilot has a horrible accent Bavarian you a giggle and coughs as well as possible. Your neighbor speaks Turkish in his sleep.
I see you and you go: you forget to put your seatbelt for landing, you wanted to finish your first chapter. The aircraft is indeed the only means of transport where you can read without nausea. The hostess just now hands you a lemon candy for not the ears become clogged. You roll the sweet realm beneath the waves of your tongue, you take out banging against your front teeth. The window you get lost in cotton.
Your lips stretch into a smile. you return home.
I see you and you go ... But saying you do not want to stay a little longer ... ?
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