Draft
My mind is slipping with the thought of her, the girl that seems to hold me in a checkmate and shows me the stars. Time passes by so fast that everytime i hold her i fear my last breath is taken away...
every smile she gives away is like a shot through a silent bar, a star stops shining when she looks away. The sky grows dark when she cries. birds sing her song and flowers give her smell.
But when she goes away my heart skips a beat and seems lost but the memory of her get's it going again
every smile she gives away is like a shot through a silent bar, a star stops shining when she looks away. The sky grows dark when she cries. birds sing her song and flowers give her smell.
But when she goes away my heart skips a beat and seems lost but the memory of her get's it going again
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| Auteur: Ray | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 18 juli 2003 | ||
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