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sweetknuddelteddy
Helferlein
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Wien W, 15
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Fri, 23.Sep.05, 17:16 Angel |
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I don't believe in angels
I'm sure they don't exist
I think there is no heaven
That's it on what I insist.
But things have happened; imagine me
Bein' run over by a car
I'm still alive and wondering
Who has protected me so far?
I didn't believe in angels
But now I've changed my view
I didn't believe in angels
But now I think I do.
I'm sure it was an angel
Who opened my eyes and ears
I'm sure it was an angel
Who whiped away my tears.
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DarkLady
sporadischer Gast
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Dortmund W, 15
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Fri, 23.Sep.05, 18:22 Re: Angel |
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das find ich wunderschön...
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_________________ I feel the pain every day,
and nobody who take this pain away |
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sweetknuddelteddy
Helferlein
116
Wien W, 15
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Fri, 23.Sep.05, 18:43 Re: Angel |
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dankeschön
lg sweety
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sweetknuddelteddy
Helferlein
116
Wien W, 15
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Fri, 30.Sep.05, 13:28 Re: Angel |
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Ich weiß, es ist lang, aber es würde mich freuen, wenn's trotzdem jemand liest
I am standing
near the window
looking out at the
first snow falling
My hand touchs the glass
I'm freezing
My sight gets caught
in the hair
of a small girl
She has nothing on
But a thin nightshirt
As white as the snowflakes
In her arms, she's holding
a brown teddybear
And I immediately know
This is not only a girl
It is my inner child...
Suddenly a deep voice
Interrupts my thoughts
"You've lost your laugh
You've lost your smile
You've lost will to live
You killed your inner child"
"No!!! No...
Look - There it is!
This girl, don't you see?
I didn't kill anybody..."
But this something
Whose voice seems dangerous
Doesn't believe me
I point out to the place
where she's been just before
And I see...
See nothing...
"You killed it..."
My eyes fill up
with tears
A dream?
Was she a dream?
No, she wasn't!
I see her coming up to me
Feel her little,
warm fingers
On my cheek
"Don't listen to them
Never mind!
I'll be here...
Forever!
I'll guard you
Until you die"
she whispers
My child...
My inner child...
I won't lose this
little, little girl
With nothing on but a shirt
And with nothing
But a teddybear
A friendly thing
That hasn't forgotten
about how to laugh
A friendly thing
That will escort me
FOREVER
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