Beatka
More than 50 springs
Gathered in 1 day
Thought to do my thing
So there is no our way
I like the smell of rain
Felt it under my skin
Slowly came the pain
My choice, no begin
Time will decide
Because I could not?
Stubborn and pride
And what did you got…
So keep on walking, stranger
Just life and gain
Thankx for the danger
Yes, I like the smell of rain
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| Auteur: pvd | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sunflower | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 december 2006 | ||
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