...The Boy I Once Knew...
your hands have the touch of a stranger,
your eyes the look of a boy I once knew..
your voice recalls the words, your mouth used to speak,
and your tears tell the story of your everlasting past..
that'll never stop hunting you down,..
untill the day you become,
the boy I once knew..
'till the day you show now fear..
and face the words, that have left your soul,
to find their way into the ironic reality of life...
-X-
your eyes the look of a boy I once knew..
your voice recalls the words, your mouth used to speak,
and your tears tell the story of your everlasting past..
that'll never stop hunting you down,..
untill the day you become,
the boy I once knew..
'till the day you show now fear..
and face the words, that have left your soul,
to find their way into the ironic reality of life...
-X-
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| Auteur: ..Eáránë.. | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: klitty | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 28 oktober 2002 | ||
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