modality
we climb talking trees
what can be
what would be
would it all could have been
we come back to her place
she climbs to my bed
"slowly", she says
not to wake me up
how does it feel --
but the dream girl fades
Driver’s Licence I’ll drive you to the Moomin Valley, let’s celebrate. Got a red car from my grand uncle, l’ll drive sin...
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