The magic angel
Why is life so beautiful?
Why is life so pure?
I Saw an angel standing strong
It was a sign: That’s for sure!
That angel came to me
‘What I bring is a magic word
It’s called love’, he said
‘Don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt’
I followed my heard
Who followed the angel
I came closer and I found
It’s our love, flying around
Why is life so pure?
I Saw an angel standing strong
It was a sign: That’s for sure!
That angel came to me
‘What I bring is a magic word
It’s called love’, he said
‘Don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt’
I followed my heard
Who followed the angel
I came closer and I found
It’s our love, flying around
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| Auteur: Quirintje | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: pantarhei | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 juni 2009 | ||
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