The girl whit no name
I reed stories about things that not can happened,
I believe that that is true.
The real world is not any more,
I’ts gone threehundred years ago.
When I look fot the real me,
I find nothing in myself.
The real me is gon to,
Just like the world threehundred years ago.
Now I’m reading this story,
About a girl that had no name.
She is gone for ever,
an that is happening to me the same.
I believe that that is true.
The real world is not any more,
I’ts gone threehundred years ago.
When I look fot the real me,
I find nothing in myself.
The real me is gon to,
Just like the world threehundred years ago.
Now I’m reading this story,
About a girl that had no name.
She is gone for ever,
an that is happening to me the same.
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| Auteur: dichtersmeisje | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 01 oktober 2006 | ||
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