On a sunny day
When I just won?t to go away
I close my eyes
Forgetting al lies
I think of something good
Like going in the wood
Then I feel like I can fly
Fly up to the sky
I wish it always cut be like this
But it?s not the way it is!
Skrevet d.
14. maj 2003, 15:11
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