within the mists confusion false whispers fall into innocent ears stir false memories of would-have-beens and will-never-be's the gears turn burning holes into their hearts there is evil out of sight everywhere
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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