Heartbeat
Heartbeat
We are just grim faces
Carved into stone
Gone under a deep blue sky
She says
And smiles sadly
Her face like a flower
On the end of it’s time
Her body’s cold
But her heart is still beating
Her wounded heartbeat
Goes on
And on
And on
And on
We are just grim faces
Carved into stone
Gone under a deep blue sky
She says
And smiles sadly
Her face like a flower
On the end of it’s time
Her body’s cold
But her heart is still beating
Her wounded heartbeat
Goes on
And on
And on
And on
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| Auteur: Joyce | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: klitty | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 september 2002 | ||
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