how can i
how can i
how can i make that
kind of music
when i am so sad
when it feels like i
lost the only girl i had
if ive could have it my way
we've be sitting on the seine
laughin and jokin
have another glass of wine
how can i ever do my books
when between the figures
your face looks through
you can say
there is some wisdom
you can say
dnot sell the freedom
but the only truth right now
is that iam sad because of you
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Reacties op dit gedicht
| remie: | Woensdag, februari 02, 2005 19:32 |
| echt verdriet????????????????????Liefs Remie | |
| Kelly Erens: | Woensdag, februari 02, 2005 08:20 |
| Heel erg zielig...Maar heel mooi beschreven, Liefs Kelly |
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| remie: | Woensdag, februari 02, 2005 02:07 |
| zielig hoor.....Liefs Remie | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Frank EastWest | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 februari 2005 | ||
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