Rain drops are tears.
Butterflies have ears.
Flowers enjoy the sun.
Rabbits love to run.
Stars inspire the night.
Trees refuse to fight.
Moon's missing his twin.
But where to begin?
Wisdom is nice.
Love likes ice.
Grim Reaper never found his soul.
His chest will always have a hole.
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RandomA collection of small works and ideas that have made themselves independent and strictly refused to remain locked in a drawer. Eine Sammlung kleiner Werke und Ideen, die sich selbständig gemacht und strikt dagegen gewehrt haben, eingeschlossen in ei...
