There are not really any trees,
and there's not really any grass.
No water features, no duck ponds,
no nothing.
But when it's sunny and blue,
I think I love you.
'Cos you got style - aye, innit,
D'you get me?
You got Spaniards, jugglers and ponies.
The waft of graffiti with Sternburg Export,
the yuppy mummies, the drug deals
- it's all okay!
It matters not one jot.
Because, there's a hill you see,
which is made of ice,
And I flew down it on a Netto shopping bag.
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I've never really been a big fan of Berlin's Mauerpark. For those that don't "hang" here on the weekends, Mauerpark is an area in the former East Berlin that used to form part of the Berlin Wall, near Bernauer Str. After the fall of the Wall, the authorities decided to turn it into a park for the people. Everyone seems to love the place, for different reasons. Now, I finally have my reason.
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