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Dec 2013
I'm not sure which one of us is native
to this country we are trying to found.
But we just can't understand eachothers
words, even signs are easy to misinterpret.

Linked but not knowing, just guessing,
looking forward to caressing, blessing,
every way that helps us find the other
half. Our plans, needless to say, creative,

aren't working for a single bit, but you
don't seem to care, then why should I?
Looking back to those days I had to count
every single second, waiting for reply.

Fire the interpreter, we have no further need of
him, we'll just make up our own ways of tongue.
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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   --- and Rudy Verboven
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