Black Knight
Black knight,
passing me by
Black knight,
suddenly stops, waiting for a kiss from the cold
Black knight,
riding over me
Black knight,
suddenly seems so white
My king,
take me home,
to where the grass is green,
the flowers are pink,
so soon, it seems
(inspiratie muziek van Enya)
passing me by
Black knight,
suddenly stops, waiting for a kiss from the cold
Black knight,
riding over me
Black knight,
suddenly seems so white
My king,
take me home,
to where the grass is green,
the flowers are pink,
so soon, it seems
(inspiratie muziek van Enya)
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| Auteur: dichtsterretje | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: fox_bert | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 februari 2005 | ||
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