The most purest
The most purest
The most precious thing
You can’t explain it
You can’t hear it
But at the same time
That’s the moment
Where you do hear it
The most fragile thing
Just a movement
Just a whisper
And it disapeares
It gives you
The impression of peace
A moment to think
Time is no longer
The only moment
You could believe
Time has took a brake
Silence is a gift
Silence Is a miracle
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| Gepubliceerd op: 28 september 2003 | ||
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