When the bird
When the bird flow over,
Like a dark whispering for the wind,
With eyes as yellow as the sun
At this moment it became light
The darkness disappears in the in the brightest light
When the white sky approaching, the bird change
Changing into an angel of light,
His red sharp eyes staring at the world
Just a beautiful bird is what there’s left
A soft changing in the world
An always-changing change
From dark black, to light white
One changing that will never stop
Like a dark whispering for the wind,
With eyes as yellow as the sun
At this moment it became light
The darkness disappears in the in the brightest light
When the white sky approaching, the bird change
Changing into an angel of light,
His red sharp eyes staring at the world
Just a beautiful bird is what there’s left
A soft changing in the world
An always-changing change
From dark black, to light white
One changing that will never stop
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| Auteur: Mistery Meat | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 juni 2005 | ||
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