lonely bird
I look up high in the air,
I see birds flying over me.
When they're almost gone,
I see another bird.
He's flying alone.
He is the smart bird.
He is alone.
Nobody can leave him or hurt him.
I see birds flying over me.
When they're almost gone,
I see another bird.
He's flying alone.
He is the smart bird.
He is alone.
Nobody can leave him or hurt him.
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 21 juli 2008 | ||
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