That girl
About her who won't grow old
forever young has been dispersed
over the waters of Lake Tahoe
floating, reflecting light into
the sun returning to the womb
of time where every star has begun
each drop of light
She has attached herself to
the child's drawing of a horse
with teeth, big and white
She had her head on my shoulder
sharing each other's warmth
I was the one, who could heal
her broken mind with all my might
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| Auteur: Stanislaus Jaworski | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 21 december 2004 | ||
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