Memories...
It's too late to talk to you
And it's too soon to say goodbye
Listen where ever you may be
You still live inside my mind
Something tells me that you are free again
In a place that feels like home
It's never easy to understand
Why memories hold our hand
But people let go
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| Auteur: Nessaja | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 april 2006 | ||
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