On her wings...
on her wings
she was flying
into the wind
into the clouds
into the fields
her dreams woken up
so many
she loved them
she enjoyed
the goodness
of it all...
so nice...
to fly...
away...
high...
alone...
she was flying
into the wind
into the clouds
into the fields
her dreams woken up
so many
she loved them
she enjoyed
the goodness
of it all...
so nice...
to fly...
away...
high...
alone...
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| Auteur: harmonia | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 03 december 2002 | ||
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