RC (30.05.1973 / Dusseldorf)

Then There Were Two

From the moment you grew
And they told me I had two
I fell in love with you

From the very first kick
Mornings feeling sick
I wanted you

Your first crawl
Late night bawl
I adored you

Now I look at your faces
I think of the places
I want to take you

I know it sounds boring
I've caught you both yawning
When I say


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