gold
When all the
blood, sweat and tears,
turn into gold.
The weak become strong,
and the shy become bold.
That is truthfully,
a beautiful sight to behold.
blood, sweat and tears,
turn into gold.
The weak become strong,
and the shy become bold.
That is truthfully,
a beautiful sight to behold.
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| windwhisper: | Donderdag, augustus 28, 2014 09:25 |
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| Gecontroleerd door: Brenda | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 28 augustus 2014 | ||
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