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De kus
die je me gaf
op de avond
toen het altijd avond zou blijven
op mijn lippen
voel ik nog branden
in mijn hoofd
in mijn handen

De hand
die streek
over mijn haar
dat opeens zo lang was
en als fluweel
voel ik nog strelen
over mijn armen
over mijn benen

De blik
met lichte spikkeltjes
in de donkere ogen
die leken op het groenste wild
en de ruigste zee
voel ik nog vuren
door mijn ogen
door mijn gedachten


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Familiar curiosity

Can I just comment on those blue eyes that
are looking at me, tell me what you see
You seem so new, like someone I just met
but with familiar curiosity

And while I am still wondering who I am
I'm knowing you some more, just bit by bit
'Cause from my view, the place where I now stand
I'm wondering, but more hoping that we fit

So, honey, do you find that word okay?
'Cause I think it's a quite nice word to say

Church views

Green dark outside
while bright and light here
shines upon us
Trying to make simple
what in no way can be simplified
without losing it's true meaning
Trying to make clear
what in no way can be flawless
without to lie and be unreal
So wake up
and stop hiding behind your covers

Ought to kill

If I'm ever ought to kill
I'd love to kill
some time with you