It's in the rain, poring down the window,
secretly, my hopes are not yet washed away.
Little less, do I know, about this thing,
a magical one, full of wonder, that no word can say.
It's in the sunbars, carfully making a road,
bumpy, but still a road filled with dreams.
It's some kind of mystery, which cannot be explained,
an angel, the abillity to undo, or so it seems.
It's the white snowflakes, falling down from the sky,
gently, elegance wakes upon them so and still.
An icy wind is guarding them, making it impossible,
for me to understand, the empty spot, my heart has to fill.
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Used to be: D@MP | Wat jouw dromen zijn, interesseert me niet.
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