Misery is what I see
Misery is what I see
Misery is what I see
If I look back at the years
My own far memory
Grief and tears
Seems there’s no merci and only anger in the world
A deep disappointment for every heart’s sense what’s touched
But one day I will fly away from all this
From the pain, the disappointments and sweet stories about her lips
But then, it’s only the sensitive words what you feel
and what I still write
With the softly fingertips . . .
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| Auteur: Manjula | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 01 januari 2007 | ||
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