To her who may not read
At my desk
There are some pieces of paper
They are the guide
Which leads you through my mind
You can read my lines
And search for a meaning
If...you can find it
It’s there somewhere in between
Maybe, one day
You will get the chance
Maybe one day I’ll let you read
So that you know who I really am.
There are some pieces of paper
They are the guide
Which leads you through my mind
You can read my lines
And search for a meaning
If...you can find it
It’s there somewhere in between
Maybe, one day
You will get the chance
Maybe one day I’ll let you read
So that you know who I really am.
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| Elenore De Groote: | Zaterdag, maart 29, 2008 16:11 |
| Heel mooi! Jij kan goed schrijven in het Engels! Liefs, Elenore xxx |
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| Auteur: RealMe | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 15 maart 2008 | ||
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