a chilly fog enveloping her she walks alone tracing vanishing footsteps in the mire follows the disappeared deep into the dead marshes where nevermore to be heard the sounds of life
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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