Come on child, it's to cold
go playing like your brothers
then you will get warm
before you're getting old
But mister, I can't, I'm stuck
I want to, but I'm not allowed
I can't play a game with others
and certainly not with my brothers
Oh mister, please, untie me quick
my legs are nearly frozen
this life, so locked away from them
is not what I have chosen
Oh no child, when they've locked you up
then that's your destiny
and then it will not be, not me
whoever sets you free
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GROTE KNOEI
[Dit bericht is aangepast door flurry (19-09-2001).]
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GROTE KNOEI
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