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It's too early in the morning,
and far too bright
Aldough birds are hapily singing,
their voices can't reach me,
the sun is bright and shiney
but it can't touch my skin.
My eyes are tired
and my body is longing to fall a sleep again
My head is bouncing and my mind is telling me:
I'm hiding the truth.
and far too bright
Aldough birds are hapily singing,
their voices can't reach me,
the sun is bright and shiney
but it can't touch my skin.
My eyes are tired
and my body is longing to fall a sleep again
My head is bouncing and my mind is telling me:
I'm hiding the truth.
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| Auteur: Kristina Goijens | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 07 oktober 2001 | ||
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