Till we die..
I know its early
and maybe to hard to think
but I have to tell you
if its not to late
were gonna be fine
I love you till the end of time
nothing is so stong
as my love for you
as long as we live
time passes bye
and we wont give it back
when we die
thats a promise..
and maybe to hard to think
but I have to tell you
if its not to late
were gonna be fine
I love you till the end of time
nothing is so stong
as my love for you
as long as we live
time passes bye
and we wont give it back
when we die
thats a promise..
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| Auteur: Flying_Irma | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maria | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 03 januari 2008 | ||
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