I think this place is full of spies

eile ma jalutasin turul sihitult ringi ning m2rkasin pisikest nurka, kus m2ngis kassettmakk, millest kostusid tuttavad read: out in the garden where I planted the seeds, there is a tree as old as me, branches were sewn by the colour of green, ground has arose and passed it's knees. kohe tuli ka nurgakese omanik kohale ning m2rkas mu uudistavat pilku. ma ei suutnud laulu mainimata j2tta. ja t2nu sellele ostsin yhe pisikese asja, t2nu millele l6hnavad k6ik mu asjad metsmaasikate j2rele. I like this place.