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They say it doesn't mean a thing Because we are just mirrors who kindly greet in return But still, the baker knows my name and the postman is happy that I'm home for the parcels for the neighbours 'Happy New Year' Looking forward, we keep heart with good tidings, even though they say it doesn't mean a thing that in the rest of the year calamities will smoke again crimes and fear, what is normal will get out of sight even though you witness it every day and that we will amuse ourselves again with the ambulant judge to reinforce peace with the right, and that is all it means, they say
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Jan 8, 2023
Jan 8, 2023 at 3:41 AM UTC
They say it
They say it doesn't mean a thing Because we are just mirrors who kindly greet in return But still, the baker knows my name and the postman is happy that I'm home for the parcels for the neighbours 'Happy New Year' Looking forward, we keep heart with good tidings, even though they say it doesn't mean a thing that in the rest of the year calamities will smoke again crimes and fear, what is normal will get out of sight even though you witness it every day and that we will amuse ourselves again with the ambulant judge to reinforce peace with the right, and that is all it means, they say
Dutch television program "De Rijdende Rechter" ("The Ambulant Judge" / "Court at Home", since 1995) Collection "New Ago"
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Amsterdam
Jan 8, 2023
Jan 8, 2023 at 3:41 AM UTC
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