..who knows
when time, that is now running late and low
will once run up and match its speed
I'll flick your back and kiss you
waken dear dreaded princess
come walking on my cloud
rain down fears unloading
messing the crowd up with laughs and double speek
walking up in front of you
taking your breathe upon my back
and gently touch it
as you lay your body next to mine
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| brinkieloontje: | Woensdag, november 26, 2003 20:52 |
| moooooi.. Sterkte hou heel veel van je vecht ervoor xxxx Ilona |
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| Auteur: diepdenker | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 26 november 2003 | ||
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