Much
A drifting soul
A hull to make sure it wound fly away
Nothing is so much for me
No lifestyle is made for me
No thought on spare
Could I concur
Would I
Nothing can be so much
It’s dark
It’s cold
It’s silence
It’s a cave
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| Auteur: Ben-ja-min | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ;o)x | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 25 september 2003 | ||
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