Geplaatst I remember the time
When I sat on his lap
When I lay in his arms
My head against his chest
I was his daughter
And he was my dad
I remember
When I sat next to him on the street
When I held his head in my hands
He said my name for the last time
I was his daughter
And he was my dad
Now I remember
When I look at his grave
When I know how he was
I know that he loved me
And that I'm still his daugther
And he's still my dad
Wat je allemaal niet verzint om half 3 's nachts
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(2000e bericht)
