just a note.
There's a line crossed and pieces are broken
there are words said and feelings left unspoken
water falls from tired eyes
and it's always the same she denies
Buth truth doesn't lie and
even a blind man can see
that butterflies fly
when she's not with me.
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| Auteur: happy tear | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Marina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 juli 2008 | ||
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