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* to all those lovelybirds
from the past *
A place to be.
And a bird is passing you by.
And looks you into the face.
A great moment of joy, but also of pain.
Its someone you've met before in the past.
He comes to greet you and says, hello.
Later on that bird has gone away.
As if he never was there before.
But the feelings they stay.
Those birds make you happy for the rest
of your day
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| Auteur: eddy daemen | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 november 2003 | ||
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