with painful needles infused hopes are pumped into tired veins but though once beautifully alive she is now like a dried rose already past Death's doorstep
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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