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ervaring het my beindruk                          experience has impressed me en die fyn lyne                                             and the fine lines                     is op my vel                                                  on my skin ingedruk                                                       pressed                  as ek die lyne streel                           if i caress the lines                          om hulle te laat                                 to make them verdwyn                                                      disappear                 word ek bekalm                                                       i become calmed                ontspanning loer in                                                  relaxation peers in                soos 'n kleintjie                                                          like a young child                                           wie 'peek n boo'                                                             who plays speel                                                                               'peek n boo' drome spoel                                                                  dreams spill                   soos die trek van                                                       like the pull of                                      die getye                                                                  the tides 'n hele oseaan                                                               a whole ocean                         van lewe                                                                         of life                                     in die verlede                                                              in the past en 'n hele oseaan                                                          and a whole ocean                              wat voor my le                                                                lies before me niemand kan voorspel                                                      no one can predict               wat sal gebeur nie                                                                what will happen                                              die lyne in my lewe word getrek                                          the lines in my life are drawn deur die kunstenaar                                                              by the artist deur die digter                                                                       by the poet deur die tuinier                                                                      by the gardener
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Apr 20, 2012
Apr 20, 2012 at 8:28 AM UTC
getye - tides
ervaring het my beindruk                          experience has impressed me en die fyn lyne                                             and the fine lines                     is op my vel                                                  on my skin ingedruk                                                       pressed                  as ek die lyne streel                           if i caress the lines                          om hulle te laat                                 to make them verdwyn                                                      disappear                 word ek bekalm                                                       i become calmed                ontspanning loer in                                                  relaxation peers in                soos 'n kleintjie                                                          like a young child                                           wie 'peek n boo'                                                             who plays speel                                                                               'peek n boo' drome spoel                                                                  dreams spill                   soos die trek van                                                       like the pull of                                      die getye                                                                  the tides 'n hele oseaan                                                               a whole ocean                         van lewe                                                                         of life                                     in die verlede                                                              in the past en 'n hele oseaan                                                          and a whole ocean                              wat voor my le                                                                lies before me niemand kan voorspel                                                      no one can predict               wat sal gebeur nie                                                                what will happen                                              die lyne in my lewe word getrek                                          the lines in my life are drawn deur die kunstenaar                                                              by the artist deur die digter                                                                       by the poet deur die tuinier                                                                      by the gardener
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Daar was n onheilspellende tog naderende wuif in jou menswees dit het my getrek tot by jou gees   Ongelukkig het my aanvanklike slegte     humorsin Jou nie genoeg bemin nie   Daar was iets in jou Iets misterieus Iets dieper as vlees Dieper as die horison In die oorsprong van die son Het jy my hart gevind
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Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 3:03 PM UTC
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