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Ah nu de mooiste van Boudewijn!
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Dat wordt volgend jaar moeilijk evenaren.quote:Op maandag 31 december 2007 17:43 schreef Ingetje79 het volgende:
Zo, klaar met werken.
Gaat hard hier met de topics
quote:Op maandag 31 december 2007 17:45 schreef peaceman het volgende:
Ah nu de mooiste van Boudewijn!
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
This way to die on the water with your wings of paper
Zomaar float after t fly in the clouds float you here
With your colours which blur without zoeken without asking
At last for always and flowers rest which you kissed
To smell that you have blamed
Everything can forget you now
On water cradle you back and forth
This way to die on the water with your wings of paper
As a butterfly which can nevertheless fly to in blue air
If a butterfly always free and for living on the flight
I want die on water but that is a care of later
I want fly now as a butterfly on the flower blisters to rock
But this way high I cannot come
But therefore I fly in my dreams
I always am for living on the flight
As a butterfly which can nevertheless fly to in blue air
To of living thought I you a butterfly must be
To fly very far gone of all life all pain
But I have no longer embarrassment of jaloersheid on a butterfly
Because even butterflies do not have spoil die let I my vreugd
I can live without flies
What I will give still longer
For a butterfly which has drowned in May
To live hoef I really no more butterfly to be
Zomaar float after t fly in the clouds float you here
With your colours which blur without zoeken without asking
At last for always and flowers rest which you kissed
To smell that you have blamed
Everything can forget you now
On water cradle you back and forth
This way to die on the water with your wings of paper
As a butterfly which can nevertheless fly to in blue air
If a butterfly always free and for living on the flight
I want die on water but that is a care of later
I want fly now as a butterfly on the flower blisters to rock
But this way high I cannot come
But therefore I fly in my dreams
I always am for living on the flight
As a butterfly which can nevertheless fly to in blue air
To of living thought I you a butterfly must be
To fly very far gone of all life all pain
But I have no longer embarrassment of jaloersheid on a butterfly
Because even butterflies do not have spoil die let I my vreugd
I can live without flies
What I will give still longer
For a butterfly which has drowned in May
To live hoef I really no more butterfly to be
Op dinsdag 22 februari 2022 22:22 pleurde Nizno zoals gewoonlijk een onzinnige tekst op FOK!
Ik vind 'Testament' nog net iets mooier.quote:Op maandag 31 december 2007 17:45 schreef peaceman het volgende:
Ah nu de mooiste van Boudewijn!
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Oeh...hierna Nirvana 
I'm the patron saint of the denial.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
Hij heeft er zoveelquote:Op maandag 31 december 2007 17:45 schreef peaceman het volgende:
Ah nu de mooiste van Boudewijn!
quote:Op maandag 31 december 2007 17:45 schreef Wexy het volgende:
This way to die on the water with your wings of paper
Zomaar float after t fly in the clouds float you here
With your colours which blur without zoeken without asking
At last for always and flowers rest which you kissed
To smell that you have blamed
Everything can forget you now
On water cradle you back and forth
This way to die on the water with your wings of paper
As a butterfly which can nevertheless fly to in blue air
If a butterfly always free and for living on the flight
I want die on water but that is a care of later
I want fly now as a butterfly on the flower blisters to rock
But this way high I cannot come
But therefore I fly in my dreams
I always am for living on the flight
As a butterfly which can nevertheless fly to in blue air
To of living thought I you a butterfly must be
To fly very far gone of all life all pain
But I have no longer embarrassment of jaloersheid on a butterfly
Because even butterflies do not have spoil die let I my vreugd
I can live without flies
What I will give still longer
For a butterfly which has drowned in May
To live hoef I really no more butterfly to be
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Gaat die knakker er doorheen praten, wat een !@#$%^&*(
"The greatest distance in the universe is that between two minds"
Ben er ook bijna weer om de nederlandse texten van engelse nummers te posten, eerst de engelse nederlanders... en in tijd eten
Op dinsdag 22 februari 2022 22:22 pleurde Nizno zoals gewoonlijk een onzinnige tekst op FOK!
Jouw ondertitel staat dit keer weer lekker hoogquote:
Mag nog wel iets hoger trouwens.
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Toch wel een klassieker voor een generatie dit...
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'quote:Op maandag 31 december 2007 17:48 schreef scanman01 het volgende:
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Jouw ondertitel staat dit keer weer lekker hoog
Hoogste positie ooit idd. maar mag wel de top 10 in
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Dan heb ik die generatie overgeslagen...quote:Op maandag 31 december 2007 17:49 schreef peaceman het volgende:
Toch wel een klassieker voor een generatie dit...
Die van mij staat op 298quote:Op maandag 31 december 2007 17:49 schreef Homdeck het volgende:
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Hoogste positie ooit idd. maar mag wel de top 10 in
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
