Bloody cat
Blood on the walls.
It's dripping on the floor.
A cat is walking through the blood.
She goes out into the garden.
Leaves her footprints on the grass.
Red on green, the colors of Christmas.
The time of hope and forgiveness.
Now heading for the path at the end of the garden.
The path of the future, of reviving moments...
It's dripping on the floor.
A cat is walking through the blood.
She goes out into the garden.
Leaves her footprints on the grass.
Red on green, the colors of Christmas.
The time of hope and forgiveness.
Now heading for the path at the end of the garden.
The path of the future, of reviving moments...
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| Auteur: Cats | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Frummel | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 juni 2003 | ||
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