

Once upon a NovemberHere is Death Life without breath Gray Days of poison-cloud Living in a burial shroud Bloody sun which always sets The wicked and weary never rest Voo-doo rites control the people and on the ground, a broken steeple Rock and pavement, noise and clang No one cares about your name Your life you love My death, I shove away to wild, earth and air Nevermore returning where faceless people in a crowd cluster like leaves upon a bough found in November, after a storm not even good to keep me warmOnce upon a November
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* it's just a star
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...Die Kunst ist der Atem des Lebens...
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* it's just a star
abstract en toch werelds en herkenbaar
mooi zo ^^
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Tonight we dine in hell!
*whispering*
What?
*more whispering*
Ooh, okay apparantly we're dining at McDonalds
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// [beauty always comes with dark thoughts] .. *
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Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt. Dance like nobody's watching.
Merci!
Hoe is het daar in België?
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...Die Kunst ist der Atem des Lebens...
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* it's just a star
Gelukkig is de gezellige kerstsfeer aan het toeslaan
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...Die Kunst ist der Atem des Lebens...
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