Dark eyes...
Dark eyes still fighting
Loved the girl with the broken hart
Tears splashing in the night
Where her fear reflect in the sky
Silence and slow does the deep river flowt
The fire wake up and becomes
her brightside of life
The mood falls deep
In the hole with the toxic snakes
She's nothing in her life
But in the end, it does'nt even matter
Her soul is tired in that body
But she's to strong to give up and lose...
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| Gecontroleerd door: kitty23 | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 augustus 2005 | ||
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