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Imps dream

The clouds are running
away from the sky
Mr. sun is coming
Making us dry

The wind goes
from cold to hot
The asphalt is melting
in the parking lot

Oh noes, what’s up?
A volcano shoots from the ground
The terror, the horror
Oh, I wish the rain would fall on our mound

The water is flowing
in a huge stream
And I wake in a puddle of sweat
Thank God, it was all just a dream

7. november 2006

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