Far Away
Far away,
There lives a friend.
He helped me,
Trough bad times.
He has a heart of gold.
Which I’m sure I’ve ever told.
He always makes me smile.
Even for just a little while.
I never wanna lose him.
Even we never really met,
I pray,
that I’ll be able to come,
Some day
There lives a friend.
He helped me,
Trough bad times.
He has a heart of gold.
Which I’m sure I’ve ever told.
He always makes me smile.
Even for just a little while.
I never wanna lose him.
Even we never really met,
I pray,
that I’ll be able to come,
Some day
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Katrien Remmerie: | Zondag, juni 23, 2002 18:55 |
| nogal wat verwarrend voor mij misschien, maar jij zult het vast wel snappen! Hmz, never mind, is wel goed! Knuffeltjes, Katrien |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Sandra B. | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Frummel | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 15 juni 2002 | ||
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