my angel...
my angel.....
all alone on a sunday morning,
outside I see the rain is falling.....
you were like a mother to me..
there´s so much pain in my heart,
that I´m crawling...
so much pain in my soul and heart,
I can´t reach your heart anymore,
´cause I can´t reach you.....
I love you so....
but I must let you go....
-x-x-x-
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| sleepless: | Vrijdag, augustus 09, 2002 19:44 |
| Life's not always what you want it to be. Knap geschreven, en kop op hé. Groeten. |
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| Auteur: Ernestina | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: DiAngeli | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 augustus 2002 | ||
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