door Jaymsey » ma sep 18, 2006 18:42
een ZWART bandje

The music flows, because it longs for the heart I once had.
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In this cruel children's game, there's no friend to call her name.
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Don't tear it down, what's left of me. You've opened the door now, don't let it close.