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Feral Friends


La petite Garçon hiked for three days he speaks with perfect diction but can't remember his name wo ist seinen Vatti? tot und stumm und blind he wandered through the country er ist nur ein kleines Kind. La petit Freire wore a long cotton dress he speaks in chicken-tongue and sleeps in a fish net wo ist sein Mutti? tot und stumm und blind he wandered into the dark and took a little swim. Where are you now? Where've you been? ich wuenche am die Sterne they sit together with blood spangled chins.
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