My brother Billy

„I once had a Brother – his name was Billy.

Billy and me we were real Brothers, you could see it.

We looked the same.

We talked the same.

We behaved the same.

Oh yes we were brothers and we were inseperable.

Wherever he was – I was there too.

Wherever I was – he was there too.

Oh yes, Billy and me we were brothers by heart!

I had a Brother once – his name was Billy.

My brother Billy and me sometimes were different.

Billy liked to lick chocolate ice – I liked to lick vanilla ice.

Billy liked to run a lot – I liked to read a lot.

But most of the time we liked the same.

We liked to play with the ball, together.

We liked to sit at the table and play cards, together.

We liked when papa was too tired to play with us.

Me and my brother Billy, we were not so different at all!

I also had a papa once – but his name I forgot.

He was always hungry, but he never left the house.

He was always angry, but we weren't mean to him.

But sometimes he was happy and hugged us a lot.

But he played always with my brother Billy – he liked to hug him more.

„I am like my brother Billy" I said – but Papa always sent me to bed.

After playing with papa my brother Billy become quite more and more.

He didn't play with me anymore

I hate Billy!

I once had a Brother – his name was Billy.

One day my brother Billy was gone. His place is now empty.

The darkness is my new brother now.

He sits on his place. But I don't really like him.

Yet he creeps to me. Yet he seeks for me

I am so helpless.

I am so cold.

I am so alone.

Oh how I wish my brother Billy was still here!

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