It was foggy, the world was small
What do I see
On a wooden bridge. Looking over the water
In mind
Reflection
My best friend.
In the middel of the bridge.
The watermill in the moor
Between the heath
Looking in your big brown eyes.
Dirty, I love it
Still a beautiful head, the first grey hairs are coming
It was a lovely morning for Mango and my.
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