It doesn't matter anyway
Playing in the garden
Our world is a game
Running through the flowers
Laughing, dancing without shame
In this place only happiness exists
No moment without love
We see a shining blue bird
In freedom flying above
And then suddenly,
Like it always has to be
The music stops
There's a coldness in me
The fear is growing
There are no colours anymore
And our sweet illusion
Crashes down on the floor
When the sun shines
On a beautiful bright day
I realize just then
It doesn't matter anyway...
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| Auteur: White Nightmare | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 november 2004 | ||
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