Alien
Standing at the side of the playground
Shyly tapping someone on the shoulder
“Can I play along?”
Seldomly answered.
Standing at the side of the playground
Reaching out
Invisible aparently.
Too great
Too rich inside
Too nice
Oh well!
If I'm not allowed to share, what good is it?
Where are the others?
Shyly tapping someone on the shoulder
“Can I play along?”
Seldomly answered.
Standing at the side of the playground
Reaching out
Invisible aparently.
Too great
Too rich inside
Too nice
Oh well!
If I'm not allowed to share, what good is it?
Where are the others?
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| Auteur: Ritinha | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 18 september 2006 | ||
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