But death is near
Cold outside,
Those who died.
Raindrops in my hand,
As if they stand.
Lead them to hope, and miss,
Give them one single wish.
Wanna live forever,
Or come together.
But death is near.
Those who died.
Raindrops in my hand,
As if they stand.
Lead them to hope, and miss,
Give them one single wish.
Wanna live forever,
Or come together.
But death is near.
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| Auteur: angel | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: simpel | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 01 januari 1970 | ||
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