As if that ever is gonna happen.
Your eyes are your soul,
warm and deep blue
When I look throug
the only thing I see is Thruth
You tell me you love me
with your arms holding me thight
Beautiful everything is
especialy you, sealed with a kiss
warm and deep blue
When I look throug
the only thing I see is Thruth
You tell me you love me
with your arms holding me thight
Beautiful everything is
especialy you, sealed with a kiss
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| Auteur: pompie | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 maart 2006 | ||
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