Someone I could call by the name of a flower
A flower so beautiful I feel love for it
Blossoms in the heath of the summer sun
A flower, so beautiful
Grows throw herself
A flower I can see walk and can smell
And through her smile the sun begins to shine
Even in her own heart
And when the sun doesn’t shine…
Then she makes the weather clear
Because she’s in my heart
She’s here ...
Auteur: Manjula | ||
Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 25 november 2006 | ||
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