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whirling words
whispering loud
beyond my grasp they stay
worthless words
a speechless noise
reason pushed away
i close my eyes
as i try to hear
beyond the brilliance of my brain
~foulish saviour, all in vain~
reason is resistant
it will stand it's ground
Those words forever haunting
unheard so hurtingly loud...
whispering loud
beyond my grasp they stay
worthless words
a speechless noise
reason pushed away
i close my eyes
as i try to hear
beyond the brilliance of my brain
~foulish saviour, all in vain~
reason is resistant
it will stand it's ground
Those words forever haunting
unheard so hurtingly loud...
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 26 december 2008 | ||
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