I look around this heap of junk Maybe, somehow, it is accursed With sailors fast asleep and drunk And not a single soul athirst
Hi Mr., Göran, very good work... and you are so right... Best wishes, Tsira
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Hi Mr., Göran, very good work... and you are so right... Best wishes, Tsira