I believe this is not the way it ends. Remembering... Green fields all the way to St. Andrews Rainy days in our flat I was busy preparing for the dinner - you cleaned all the mess I left behind - our little kitchen talk afterward until late at night Looking out the window, out to the bridge, cold and snowing. I now believe you are not one of those high street girls. I understand now you are not that girl. But with you I already found my peace of mind.
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