Day and night
Sometimes I wonder ,
Where the good people are.
Where the good people are.
Then after a heavy day
it become night.
I look up to a star .
I look up to a star .
It smiles to me
even when I’m sad.
It remembers me
It remembers me
what I love and what I had.
Soow, Give me the night ,
With a sky full of shining stars
And a wonderful moon.
With a sky full of shining stars
And a wonderful moon.
Let me think ,
give me the hope,
That the bad things are the past .
That the bad things are the past .
and pray ; The good people come soon .
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| Auteur: Niemandje | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 oktober 2007 | ||
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