Re: Die Spitzenklöpperin - Wer kann mir das Ende erzählen?
*uaaaaarrrrrghkeuchhoo*
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Je elender das Leben ist,
umso stärker klammert sich der Mensch daran;
dann wird es zu einem Protest,
einer Rache an allem.
Honoré de Balzac
*uaaaaarrrrrghkeuchhoo*
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Je elender das Leben ist,
umso stärker klammert sich der Mensch daran;
dann wird es zu einem Protest,
einer Rache an allem.
Honoré de Balzac
*Leilabittetsichdochetwasdeutlicherzuartikulieren*
*dennmanimweißenkittelfragtobdashiereinirrenhausistweilsiedasgefühlhatnochverrücktzuwerden*
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Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?
Would you be my partner every night?
When we're together it feels so right?
Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?
I want you to know, Tabby, that I'm still dancing.
No more memories,no more silent tears . . .
No more gazing across the wasted years . . .
Help me say goodbye. (tPotO)
*derMannimweißenKittelbejahtdiesundfragt,obMinidirektdableibenwill*
*ganzheftigverneint*
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Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?
Would you be my partner every night?
When we're together it feels so right?
Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?
I want you to know, Tabby, that I'm still dancing.
No more memories,no more silent tears . . .
No more gazing across the wasted years . . .
Help me say goodbye. (tPotO)
*ManninKittelmisstrauischwirdundMinivorsichtshalberdabehält*
*sichschönentagmacht*
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Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?
Would you be my partner every night?
When we're together it feels so right?
Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?
I want you to know, Tabby, that I'm still dancing.
No more memories,no more silent tears . . .
No more gazing across the wasted years . . .
Help me say goodbye. (tPotO)
*sichfragt,wiemansichnenschönenTaginderKlappsemachenkann*
*ihrrätesauszuprobieren*
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Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?
Would you be my partner every night?
When we're together it feels so right?
Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?
I want you to know, Tabby, that I'm still dancing.
No more memories,no more silent tears . . .
No more gazing across the wasted years . . .
Help me say goodbye. (tPotO)
*schonnachetwazweiMinutenfeststellt,dassmaninderKlappsewederAlkoholnochguteMusikfindenkann*