Patty- special
When I think about your hands
reaching to hold mine
When I think about youre smile
warming me up inside
When I think about youre love
shining bright
Those times we joke
Those times we laugh
Those times we talk
Those times we are
You are here with me even if your not
and it feels good
more then fine
special
reaching to hold mine
When I think about youre smile
warming me up inside
When I think about youre love
shining bright
Those times we joke
Those times we laugh
Those times we talk
Those times we are
You are here with me even if your not
and it feels good
more then fine
special
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| Auteur: patty | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: fox_bert | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 17 mei 2005 | ||
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