the final glance over my shoulder
this is it,
no turning back
my final goodbye
to the place
that was my ‘home’
although I been here short
I felt like I belonged there
but when I go
and look for the last time
over my shoulder.
I will smile,
and be thankfull,
for the time I lived there.
no turning back
my final goodbye
to the place
that was my ‘home’
although I been here short
I felt like I belonged there
but when I go
and look for the last time
over my shoulder.
I will smile,
and be thankfull,
for the time I lived there.
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| Auteur: lothori | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 16 augustus 2012 | ||
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