Love
As it is promised by the wind,
As it is tendered in the heart,
As it is written across the sky,
Love makes all things possible,
Love is hopes shinning star,
Happiness is not in our circumstances... but in our selfs
It is not some thing we see,
Like a rainbow,or feel like the heet of a burning fire,
Happiness is some thing we are ,
Love is never silent.
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| Auteur: Maria Hill | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Robski | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 27 augustus 2002 | ||
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