We lost it
There is something,
stuck in my mind.
Establishment is gone.
Cruelness is taking over.
Feelings of hate,
destroy love.
Flowers are turning grey.
Birds fly no more.
Butterflies loose their colors.
And you ....
are drowned in sorrow.
stuck in my mind.
Establishment is gone.
Cruelness is taking over.
Feelings of hate,
destroy love.
Flowers are turning grey.
Birds fly no more.
Butterflies loose their colors.
And you ....
are drowned in sorrow.
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| Auteur: theartoflostwords | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 september 2013 | ||
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