I felt it again
Long time ago.
Smile on my face,
Looking for a place.
Right inside my heart,
It stop’s me from falling apart.
A feeling pure gold,
That’s something that never grows old.
Every horror, every fright,
Now I know it was worth the fight!
Smile on my face,
Looking for a place.
Right inside my heart,
It stop’s me from falling apart.
A feeling pure gold,
That’s something that never grows old.
Every horror, every fright,
Now I know it was worth the fight!
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| Auteur: EmmaC | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: pantarhei | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 13 februari 2012 | ||
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