among the beautiful roses in the garden like a flower at the end of her bloom frail but not withered yet she sits and patiently awaits the love of her life her heart worn thin but willing still
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
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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