Waking up in the morning
Listening to the same track I heard
All night long
So i seat in my bed
I really want to mix that song
The perfect song
The first attempt fails
Not a good song for mixing
Another song
And another, and another
I simply cant mix
Its not a good day for mixing, I think,
I go downstairs and take a good breakfast
Take a banana, and walk in my garden
Watching the roses
So beautiful
So perfect
So soft
Lying down in the grass,
I see 2 birds
Flying together
Enjoying nature
Enjoying life
Enjoying love
I dont want parties
I dont want music
This moment is perfect
This place is perfect, relaxing
But then I see
The hole where I buried my sweet memories
I become desperate
And unbury my sweet memories
Oh, good memories
sweet, lovely....memories
lovely and painful, what a combination
What a mix
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