Whene
whene your world is fading to dark
and the sun no longer brings warmth to your heart
time is about to change
and things have to be aranged
whene birds no longer sing songs in the morning
and sunrise never comes
think of the times that are past
and how you en i made beautiful things last
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| Auteur: miss p!nk | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: 260580 | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 juli 2004 | ||
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