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if that would give me a chance to see you smile. I'd call you my friend, but that's a lie. You mean more to me, but I can't explain why. For you are more precious to me than all of the world's gold, but I can't tell you that, how can I be that bold? If I spoke what's on my mind, would you accept me? B ecause without you, I don't know where I'd be. You seem to be calm, while I feel absolutely lost. I would like to be so bold, but what would its failure cost? Am I the only one faced with this choice? Be daring and risk losing you as a friend too? I can't risk that; I'd rather have that then lose everything. What should I do? Pff.. Dit is helemaal niet goed hoor, maar ik lees het zo meer als een gedicht. |
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Een Engels gedicht geschreven door mij (mening alseblieft) gunter | 5 | 05-06-2005 15:16 |