Katarina and I always wake up at the same time
Dawn when the victory lake is full of birdsong.
There we lie and give each other bizarre little suggestions,
About what can be thought to be in the newspaper today.
But we will never figure out what it should say.
Maybe God is bored where he sits. his rocking chair.
A little civ puts him in the mood.
Maybe God is bored sitting in his rocking chair.
Civ, puts him in the mood mood.
In the newspaper of the strangest kind, all these people
Who are hotter than me. You are a better comparison object.
The shine of these is another completely perfect. Fools in a homeless dream.
Embodies his dream. Wow!
There we lie rustling but the hours pass,
We get up and see if our genes are still there.
Some of them may happen God has changed ,
But then we send a newspaper so he changes them again.
So now we can breathe out, everything will work out in the end.
Maybe God has wood look where he sits in his rocking chair.
A little civ puts him in the mood.
Maybe God is bored when he sits in his rocking chair.
Civ , puts him in the mood.

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