snow
as snow falls down from the skies
forming a white blanket
that makes colours disappear
I realize the outer world
is how I feal without you near
and I pray this sight will vanish
and colours will come back to stay
I pray the cold that now surrounds me
won't..be here..to stay
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| Auteur: monique-B | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Frummel | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 03 januari 2003 | ||
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