The moon
The moon
The moon that watches over the night
Keeps me in desire….
The moon does never hide
It has awakend in my heart a fire
I wish i was a fairy and be able to just fly to the moon
Maybe if i just turn to a fairy and get my wings…
Maybe if it happens soon…
I would be able to sing as a fairy sings
I would fly all over the sky
And no one would be able to stop me
And as a butterfly so beautifull go
And everybody would see
Sadly its only a desire in me
The moon, the wish it could be mine
And a fairy i will never be
But only dreaming about it is fine
The moon that watches over the night
Keeps me in desire….
The moon does never hide
It has awakend in my heart a fire
I wish i was a fairy and be able to just fly to the moon
Maybe if i just turn to a fairy and get my wings…
Maybe if it happens soon…
I would be able to sing as a fairy sings
I would fly all over the sky
And no one would be able to stop me
And as a butterfly so beautifull go
And everybody would see
Sadly its only a desire in me
The moon, the wish it could be mine
And a fairy i will never be
But only dreaming about it is fine
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| Auteur: Mliekie middag | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: klitty | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 oktober 2003 | ||
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