a place for your own
I open the door to my shelter.
A place where the sun catch shadows
stars are growing like... flowers...
and silently..., the wind is dancing around me.
I feel alive, I feel myself,
under my weeping willow...
When everything goes wrong,
when the stress is your best friend,
when you can't remember your name,
Feel alive, feel yourself,
under your weeping willow…
A place where the sun catch shadows
stars are growing like... flowers...
and silently..., the wind is dancing around me.
I feel alive, I feel myself,
under my weeping willow...
When everything goes wrong,
when the stress is your best friend,
when you can't remember your name,
Feel alive, feel yourself,
under your weeping willow…
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| wolkie: | Dinsdag, juli 04, 2006 18:35 |
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| Auteur: melvin dekker | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 04 juli 2006 | ||
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