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10-24-2008, 09:56 PM
Her sweet voice will make Heaven seem dull.
Those eyes of hers are like the deepest oceans; you're sure to get lost in them.
And her smile warms the iciest winds.
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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