Nothing is fixed that ever was broken
He went a bit rough on my poetry,
said: there’s no chance in hell this will ever grow to be anything.
He said: I mostly like Dylan myself
I said: Shocking! Well
Then he said something else, I didn’t understand
Because he came from the south of Sweden, he spoke just like a Dane
said: there’s no chance in hell this will ever grow to be anything.
He said: I mostly like Dylan myself
I said: Shocking! Well
Then he said something else, I didn’t understand
Because he came from the south of Sweden, he spoke just like a Dane
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