A quick glance, a peek through that hole,
you'll be sure it gives you certainty.
Pray you're not too far gone and I'll be able,
to tell you the screenplay of what you see.
Get this, my life is a movie,
collected memories built up into a room.
Filled with warmth and the icy winds of you,
can't you feel, when we are together, we're abloom.
As you did not intend,
this act is kept on stage.
These lines are spoken repeatetly,
because I'm too pleased to turn the page.
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Used to be: D@MP | Wat jouw dromen zijn, interesseert me niet.
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