Connecting heart
Connecting heart
I got a heart underneath my chest
that wants to make contact with yours
It’s smiling into my breast
and it never wants to divorce
You could merely me up to a paradise, so nice
Just like a healing flower
You could let it rain down on me, by the leaflets of it
For at least more than an hour
So I bless you, princess, to an angel
From the feelings to my soul
What soon wants to see clearness
Which is now as black as coal
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| Auteur: Manjula | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 25 december 2006 | ||
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