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Black world, white world

The world is black, the joy is gone
the soul is tired, of going on

there is no meaning, another day
the sence is gone, floated away

the thought to quit, to give it up
becomes an option, time to stop

but there is hope, some hope you might
see the other world , the white

and find a way, that makes u see
and redefine, who you could be

it can be long, that may be right
but in the end, your world is white

Engelse gedicht door: Reiziger

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