Watercolourink Ballads


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And ballads…

Keine Ahnung.

Fridge Grammophon has many birds in it, and a few warmhearted voices. It goes up and down, before leaving. A bit like a bird, flying away because of a cat when spring is all over winter skies.

If time says nothing now, poets have words to say. Just like yesterday. Nothing new.




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