perfect
It was the perfect sunrise
With perfect colours.
Sitting against the perfect tree
With perfect leaves.
Listening to perfect music
With perfect words.
Feeling the perfect feelings
With a perfect smile.
It was the perfect sunrise
Right before I died.
And I woke up.
With perfect colours.
Sitting against the perfect tree
With perfect leaves.
Listening to perfect music
With perfect words.
Feeling the perfect feelings
With a perfect smile.
It was the perfect sunrise
Right before I died.
And I woke up.
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| Auteur: Evannah Una Brianna | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 01 juli 2007 | ||
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