Klicker, der Spruch, den du für mich gezogen hast, gefällt mir sehr. Lieb von dir, dass du meinst, dass er zu mir passt! :)
*Köpperindenpoolmach* Kommst du auch rein, Klicker? Dann können wir uns wieder döppen! Das macht doch so Spaß! :riesengrinser:
Mal wieder ein bisschen Musik. Ein Oldie. Der nicht so bekannt ist, mir aber sehr gut gefällt. Ausnahmsweise kann ich ihn sogar auswendig! :riesengrinser:
[b][i]Gardens in the city - Melanie Safka
When I was young I lived in the country
Clouds were my friends, I cannot answer why
Now that I've grown, I live in the city
And heaven is so far, I cannot reach the sky
I once met a man who lived in the city
The stone was his home, he said his heart was mine
He let me far away when he told me I was pretty
How strange to go so far and never touch the sky
Gardens grow most times in the country
Grow a-wondrous high
Gardens grow sometimes in the city
Grow, but soon they die
Now I look up at the buildings of the city
Their fingers are so much longer than mine
I wish I had the hands of the city
For heaven is so far, I cannot reach the sky
And heaven is so far, I'll never touch the sky
Gardens grow most times in the country
Grow a-wondrous high
Gardens grow sometimes in the city
Grow, but soon they die[/i][/b]
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