In a friends' arms
The safest place is in a friends' arms,
completely hidden from the scarying world around.
A whole new world, far and still close,
a world with different shades and colour tones,
with softer sounds and smaller views
and with a whole new flagrance.
It's a place where you can feel at home,
where you can fear, laugh and cry
and where you can dream...
And the nicest thing about it is,
that when you let go,
the feeling of those holding arms
remains for a while...
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| Auteur: Hilleke | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: artemis | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 oktober 2004 | ||
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