In spring they lie flat at the first warmth, they ruin my summer and in autumn they smell of women. — Hugo Claus
In spring they lie flat at the first warmth, they ruin my summer and in autumn they smell of women. — Hugo Claus
In spring they lie flat at the first warmth, they ruin my summer and in autumn they smell of women. — Hugo Claus
In spring they lie flat at the first warmth, they ruin my summer and in autumn they smell of women. — Hugo Claus
In spring they lie flat at the first warmth, they ruin my summer and in autumn they smell of women. — Hugo Claus
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In spring they lie flat at the first warmth, they ruin my summer and in autumn they smell of women.

— Hugo Claus
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