All the bad things go away
All the misery seem like another far away lifetime
All the sad songs sound cheerful
To be loved is to be wrapped in a Phoenix' fire, warm and painless
To be loved is to walk home at night knowing the world ain't such a cruel world as you thought it was
To be loved is to go to bed happy
maandag 12 april 2010
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