1000, 100, 10, but only 1
My mind is filled
With thousand thoughts
And lots of them
Are already spilled
My hand has written
Like a hundred poems
Of memories that
Shouldn’t be hidden
At night I treasure
Ten beautiful dreams
They all are about the things
That bring me pleasure
But in my heart
There’s just one boy
One that I love
From the start
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 13 maart 2007 | ||
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