Now it was summer.
I was wearing bathing shoes.
I went to the kiosk.
It was you I was thinking about
so I bought some postcard,
before the summer was short.
I checked the motifs.
- But what have I done.
I buy hand-painted moose
to be handsome.
How come
I send ugly postcards
to your home?
Now it was summer.
I laughed ¥g with the radio on.
I tried to relax
but there was something I
was thinking about.
Who likes all the ridiculous songs
and who is interested in
gossip.
Who buys all the ugly postcards.
Then it hit me immediately:
It is r me.
One should really feel how
the whole garden is filled with
embarrassing vibration.
How can it happen that
I send ugly postcard
to your home?

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