| ◦€ h l o é◦ ( @ 2004-10-31 22:56:00 |
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Out on a limb.
76% hypothetical.
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When the longing’s gone
The night is a hush, merry wind breathes on
And rain, pats gently on leaf lawn
When the longing’s gone.
In a cozy room
The soul is a smile, reasons to presume
And want, for someone yet to bloom
In a cozy room.
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Your's really truly, & etc.