Let's fly.
i follow the white line,
'cause the red one is gone.
i'm up there, flying high in the sky.
take my hand, i'll take you to wonderland.
comon let's get high, i'll learn you how to fly.
and when you start, you never gonna quit.
the white line will make sure of it.
take my feet and follow my hand,
thats where we gonna land.
a field full of flowers,
and a blue sun.
it's all up here,
and as long you'll make it.
it'll be whatever you want.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Just-me: | Vrijdag, augustus 04, 2006 21:48 |
| mooi!! ma stop plz.. xxx |
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| Littledolphin: | Woensdag, augustus 02, 2006 19:53 |
| doet mij erg denken aan mijn verleden relatie...intens goed verwoord,maar blijf er van af hej,niej goed...liefs | |
| Sanora: | Woensdag, augustus 02, 2006 17:06 |
| Echt zwaar mooi.. | |
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| Auteur: blacklizard | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 augustus 2006 | ||
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