There are onion rings on the board, there are potatoes on the table next to it, there is black bread and there is a herring on the board
Where is there in the distance where there are flowers
In the USA there is a park with a pond of incredible beauty, there is a lot of greenery and water
Fell on the tile with cancer waiting for daddy, blonde, big tits
On the worn boards there is a block and every little thing for life
There are plums on the table, there are two alarm clocks and a vessel with a butterfly inside
In the forest there is an entrance in the tree and there is light there
There, beyond the mists, where there is no place for longing