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08-05-2008, 08:55 PM
Hm....
Twinkle twinkle, little bird.
How I've wondered what you heard.
Up atop my head, you're high,
Like a stoner who now skydives.
Twinkle, twinkle... Twinkle, twinkle..
A bit silly, I suppose.
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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