I am waiting on a corner
round which satan stalks
the weak and the weary
men without hope or gain
vicious voices that talk
despair and hate into
the lame so they'll turn
against their brothers
the city which waits for
her death a veil of light
covers her head the sky
has shed all of her tears
no more stars to guide me
through this sea of streets
where I'd let my mind wander
and lost it
I am waiting on a corner
till it comes back to me
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Dat is vlot! Je bent even goed in het Engels!
for which thanks :)
Waar is Gommor gebleven?
voorlopig verdwenen wegens gezeik... komt denk ik later wel weer terug omdat het gezeik nergens over gaat
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