The S-P-E-L-L
The time when I
could S-P-E-L-L
my
F-A-T-E
is
long gone glory
turned into
HATE...
A cloud of fog
has
closed the door,
my vivid visions
I left
a shore...
Nowadays
my F-A-I-T-H
is
the broken spell,
activated by
the unbound yell...
Released
unleashed
jet so
uncertain;
'bout the day
I'll finally
close the curtain...
could S-P-E-L-L
my
F-A-T-E
is
long gone glory
turned into
HATE...
A cloud of fog
has
closed the door,
my vivid visions
I left
a shore...
Nowadays
my F-A-I-T-H
is
the broken spell,
activated by
the unbound yell...
Released
unleashed
jet so
uncertain;
'bout the day
I'll finally
close the curtain...
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| Auteur: sedrich | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 maart 2004 | ||
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