A tear could be an honour
or be dishonest
Cry of happiness or sorrow
But a selfish cry is most of all the longest
Cry now
Don’t wait for tomorrow
Wherever you cry for
with your pretty glittering tears
After you’ve been crying
you feel better
And it will certainly disappears
Auteur: Manjula | ||
Gecontroleerd door: maria | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 16 december 2006 | ||
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