when all is still dark and the morning bird does not yet sing a warm glow spreads slowly at night's end the horizon a fading shade of purple and red whispering wake to me - sleeping world for a beautiful day lies ahead
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
whispered to the stars ✨ countless names, -yet all the same the ones we loved the ones we lost once upon a time remembered, but forgotten they'll remain always always the same
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