Time has come
The time has come to see through the hazy future
Give life's surrender a real chance to set free my hidden personality
Sometimes I casually embrace a couple of days when I hear real love murmur
However, groovy affection is faded in a lonely crowd only stung by a honeybee'
But just cope the flying scope of hope at a height of the spirit of the bride in the cloud
Probably the stars above will show me why I once will happily sigh into her eye, oh so loud
Give life's surrender a real chance to set free my hidden personality
Sometimes I casually embrace a couple of days when I hear real love murmur
However, groovy affection is faded in a lonely crowd only stung by a honeybee'
But just cope the flying scope of hope at a height of the spirit of the bride in the cloud
Probably the stars above will show me why I once will happily sigh into her eye, oh so loud
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| Auteur: Jos Santen | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Suus | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 29 november 2004 | ||
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