the mind a painters brush
life is my painting,
where the light reflects,
the hurdles passing my way,
wings to fly,
arent given for free,
it teaches us to be you,
it teaches us to be me,
where the light reflects,
the hurdles passing my way,
wings to fly,
arent given for free,
it teaches us to be you,
it teaches us to be me,
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| Auteur: sniperium | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 oktober 2019 | ||
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