Broken crockery
Antje van der Maas
They fought over the emperor's beard
It was about chicken soup
According to her parents' house style
He didn't give a damn about the broth
She wanted to go swimming in summer
Just like every year before
He finally wanted to see the mountains
To whom he once lost his heart
She invited her old friends
The ones that have always been there
He sat there, immersed in wine
If only he had read the book
She asked him for his advice
He couldn't give her an answer
After she sullenly complains'
He let the soup bowl shake
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