A fathers tear
Young and so fragile
bright eyes and cute smile
She's dancing with the waves of the sea
She's building sandcastles
she cries and she wrestles
treasurehunting shells and stones for me
And then she plays with her curly hair
And I wonder does she even care
That between her mother and me
Things ain't what they used to be
(to be continued)
bright eyes and cute smile
She's dancing with the waves of the sea
She's building sandcastles
she cries and she wrestles
treasurehunting shells and stones for me
And then she plays with her curly hair
And I wonder does she even care
That between her mother and me
Things ain't what they used to be
(to be continued)
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| Auteur: nicky oele | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 29 september 2001 | ||
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