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Dit hart, ik heb het pas gekocht
Bewust een tweedehands
Je blijft geen gouden kopen
Ook al had je wel de kans
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Gil was swiftly starting to hate mornings. For the briefest moment, as he drifted out of sleep, the world was still peaceful and warm, and the light of dawn always made things look serene. But once he was fully awake
Well, reality was cold and hard and lonely. Hed try to fight the cold inside him by staying under the blankets for as long as he could, but his sense of duty and Marthes voice drifting up always got him out of bed. Sometimes he wondered if there ever would come a day when he did just stay