My fair hair,
I plucked the dandelion,
a magnificent move,
it shines in the fire,
under the beautiful garden,
beautiful fire in the fire.
Barth,
I don't even know
what we can
write
in this letter
to you now,
I will continue.
Dear friend,
yesterday there was a lye in the soup,
then it caught up,
we had a cake for dinner,
good moment,
dawn, dawn.
my thoughts
to this letter ,
if we don't flinch,
that he laughs at me,
I'm afraid,
I continue.
Now I remember:
how he stopped and laughed,
pompous movement,
and my feeling is more,
more than everything,
everything, everything.
Friendship,
my dears,
flowed back
with this
my lines
are also
. under a rotten garden,
we became beautiful.
Take a
passport:
friendship,
love,
rest
is more important< br/>with everything.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN