Elvira Groenendijk

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An old man standing at the door of the old house he knows
Through the ripped and filthy curtains the wind softly blows
With careful steps he walks through the old and darkened hall
And remembers endless stories of a time he can't recall
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I close my eyes and i still see you
picking flowers on the heath
wishing one day i could be you
the beautifull stories you have bequeath
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Whenever you feel like you don't belong
Just watch the stars that have been there all along.
In the great universe on a planet so small
And you are here watching them all
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he flies out of the mountain woken from his sleep
while the lonely mother starts to weep
while her son in her arms dies
over hills and mountains the dragon flies
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If we could ask God to turn the hourglass
so we could live free before our time is pass
just turn the hourglass before the time has come
‘for all love has died and nothing can be done
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far into the mystic wood
where light can do the dark no good
where sunlight struggels to touch the ground
and birds songs echoes in the lost sound
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7.

a dream lost in time and part from space
the thoughts that hide behind every empty face
a desire never dared to be spoken
you would wish never to be woken
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and now he stands there, facing death
prepared to fight 'till his last breath
to gives his all to win this war
knowing that he'd come so far
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A House Full Of Stories

An old man standing at the door of the old house he knows
Through the ripped and filthy curtains the wind softly blows
With careful steps he walks through the old and darkened hall
And remembers endless stories of a time he can't recall

He slowly opens up a softly squeaking door
and enters the room the same way he did before
A broken clock still ticking at the time his daughters grown
now only leaves the silence of the memories left unknown
He sees the empty chandeliers where the candles would once burn
and remembers endless stories of a time that won't return

The dusty mirror hanging where it has always been
He remembers all the stories that the mirror must have seen
It knows the secrets of the room that never saw the light of day
knows the past and all the glories that slowly fade away
memories of a time that has never once been told
and the once young and beautiful faces now wrinkled and grown old
The old man stands before the mirror on the wall
holding memories of a time he can't recall

He walks out the room with a tear rolling down his face
Thinks about the memories of this old and broken place
He opens up the white back door
and hears birds sing the same old songs they sang before
The man walks outside to the garden to see the sun shining bright
Shining upon the roses, growing red and white

His old love there stands underneath the oaken tree
the same place she was standing when he once bend the knee
Thinking about the time together they have spend
He holds her close and whispers: ‘We've made it through the end'

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