who can say
I ask myself why
Morning comes after night
Why the evening fall
Turns clouds into stars
Why people love the rain
As well as they love the snow
Why seasons begin and end
On a spoken day
Why I feel the way I do
asking these questions
I search for answers with no conclusions
I turn to heaven above
With no goodbye to earth
I ask myself why
Hate equals love
Why a look from your face
Becomes a word through my mouth
Why I’ll never say goodnight
On a trip to the moon
Morning comes after night
Why the evening fall
Turns clouds into stars
Why people love the rain
As well as they love the snow
Why seasons begin and end
On a spoken day
Why I feel the way I do
asking these questions
I search for answers with no conclusions
I turn to heaven above
With no goodbye to earth
I ask myself why
Hate equals love
Why a look from your face
Becomes a word through my mouth
Why I’ll never say goodnight
On a trip to the moon
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| Bitanem: | Dinsdag, januari 22, 2002 18:32 |
| Tsja, Why he... Leef en op het einde weet je op bijna alles te antwoorden... Bitanem |
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| Gepubliceerd op: 10 december 2001 | ||
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