A winter evening
Dry grass as the cold comes
Nervous lip biting
Piano lessons turn after each other
The Braids Road house
Confusing children songs, discordant chords
Nile biting to get home
For Sonkring
Chips in the living room
The beauty of a life we know so well
Kinders van Goud makes us
More shiny,
Truly a glass bubble of a future
In Pretoria, and rights of destiny
More than the world of our tennis court
And school tomorrow
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