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Salut Marc!
Thanx für den Text ;-) Die Rahmenbearbeitung ist noch sehr popelig, aber da werd ich in der übernächsten Woche von jemandem, der das kann, in die Geheimnisse eingeführt.
lg
Tom
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.... long way going to; get my medicine; sky's the autumn grey of a lonely wren. Piano from a window played, gone tomorrow, gone. Yesterday I found it in the street. At first I did not see, lying at my feet a trampled rose. Passing the hat in church, it never stops going round. You never pay just once to get the job done. What I done to me I done to you. What happened to the trampled rose?
In the muddy street; with the fireworks and leaves; a blind man with a cup I asked would he play "kisses sweater than wine".
I know that rose I like. I know my name, the one I gave my love, it was the same; now I find it in the street. A trampled rose...
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Tom Weiland 19/02/2006 10:40
Salut Marc!Thanx für den Text ;-) Die Rahmenbearbeitung ist noch sehr popelig, aber da werd ich in der übernächsten Woche von jemandem, der das kann, in die Geheimnisse eingeführt.
lg
Tom
Marc F. 13/02/2006 20:25
;).... long way going to; get my medicine; sky's the autumn grey of a lonely wren. Piano from a window played, gone tomorrow, gone. Yesterday I found it in the street. At first I did not see, lying at my feet a trampled rose. Passing the hat in church, it never stops going round. You never pay just once to get the job done. What I done to me I done to you. What happened to the trampled rose?
In the muddy street; with the fireworks and leaves; a blind man with a cup I asked would he play "kisses sweater than wine".
I know that rose I like. I know my name, the one I gave my love, it was the same; now I find it in the street. A trampled rose...
T. Waits
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krasse Montage...stylisch...
lg
marc