dead (I'm far from dieing, death i
my room,
my desk,
my arm,
my knife,
my tears,
my sorrow,
my pain
my blood,
my body,
my fire,
my ash,
my life,
your tears,
your pain,
your regret,
your fatherless brood,
together you walk the forest of death,
in the eery silence you can clearly hear your breath,
I could have heard it too,
if I would have believed my virtues too were true.
my desk,
my arm,
my knife,
my tears,
my sorrow,
my pain
my blood,
my body,
my fire,
my ash,
my life,
your tears,
your pain,
your regret,
your fatherless brood,
together you walk the forest of death,
in the eery silence you can clearly hear your breath,
I could have heard it too,
if I would have believed my virtues too were true.
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| Auteur: The Mystery Pianist | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 december 2006 | ||
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