You turned you head
So I could see your face.
Your words were 'It's dead.
It is the end of the race'.
(I said) 'Baking a layer cake is a hard work
like being Bruce Wayne'.
So I looked around and said
'Let's try it again'.
The day was lost
But we did it at last.
The walls were spattered with flour.
The kitchen seemed to be a desert, we were all over in dust.
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