Incomplete
I painted a picture for you to see.
I sang a song for you to hear.
I planted grass for you to feel.
But non of these things are real.
You didn't see, hear nor feel.
I didn't had the power to heal.
That's what makes these things incomplete,
that's what makes it useless te repeat.
I sang a song for you to hear.
I planted grass for you to feel.
But non of these things are real.
You didn't see, hear nor feel.
I didn't had the power to heal.
That's what makes these things incomplete,
that's what makes it useless te repeat.
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| Auteur: Jade Curo | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ;o)x | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 mei 2004 | ||
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