colours slowly fade away in this season of shades the beautiful trees are changing into thin, dark remnants of summer their branches slowly becoming bare winter approaches with crippling cold there will be death
we hadden geen geld, geen knikkers jij & ik we speelden met zand met onze handen bouwden wij de mooiste kastelen we had no money, no marbles you & I we played with sand with our hands we built the most beautiful castles
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