Snoepie 03-07-1994 - † 03-07-2008
Geplaatst: 03 jul 2008 23:48
Dag Snoepie....
Het is goed zo...
Dag kleine meid...
Ga maar naar Danco...
Je bent op, het is klaar nou...
Geen enge wereld meer die je niet meer kan zien...
Ga maar over de regenboogbrug...
Dan kan je weer spelen, dan kan je weer rennen...
Geef je Danco een hele dikke kus van me???
Dag kleintje.....dag...
Some say love it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed
some say love it is a hunger
an end less aching need
I say love it is a flower
and you it's only seed
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dyin'
that never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose
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Het is goed zo...
Dag kleine meid...
Ga maar naar Danco...
Je bent op, het is klaar nou...
Geen enge wereld meer die je niet meer kan zien...
Ga maar over de regenboogbrug...
Dan kan je weer spelen, dan kan je weer rennen...
Geef je Danco een hele dikke kus van me???
Dag kleintje.....dag...
Some say love it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed
some say love it is a hunger
an end less aching need
I say love it is a flower
and you it's only seed
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dyin'
that never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose
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