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07-06-2008, 08:01 PM
Twinkle twinkle, little bird..
How I've wondered what have you heard?
Up atop my head, you're high..
Like a stoner trying to fly.
Twinkle, twinkle. Twinkle, twinkle...
A poem written by Aota.
The color of the sala flower reveals the truth that is... To flourish is to fall. The proud do not endure.
Heaven or Hell, Let's Rock!
Like a passing dream on a night in Spring. The mighty fall at last, to be no more than dust before the wind.
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