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Fabian

You are the sound of a duck quacking in the daylight.

You are the smell of a doughnut waiting to be eaten.

You are the taste of a blackberry juice to be drank.

You are the memory of my grandad Stazek’s cold hand in the air.

You are the sound of the school bell loudly ringing.

You are the smell of oranges in the pocket.

You are the taste of burgers coming from a grill.

You are the memory of my friends dad.

You are the sound of a sausage dog singing in the shower.

You are the smell of memory trying to be deafeted of bad times.

You are the taste of apple dripping its juice.

You are the memory of my friends cat in heaven.

You are the sound of a ice cream truck happily running in the park.

You are the smell of fish in the sea exitedly swimming around.

You are the taste of chips peeling to fry in the pan.

You are the memory of alton towers on the castle.

You are the sound of an ophera singing in an emporium.

You are the smell of a turkey for Christmas eve.

You are the taste of milkshakes in the park drinking.

You are the end of everything.

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