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Ill come just close enough to happiness To touch its fingertips To feel the warmth of its breath Briefly brushing upon my lips . . .
The faint call of love Sounds only in my mind As in my stomach flutters The ghost of a butterfly . . .
So close, I can al


SongbirdI am a wild bird in a cage Captured in my prime I hated the man that locked my cage I thought Id hate him for all timeSongbird
The lock was made of his obsession The cage, of his power lust I tried so hard to escape him But his vigilance was just too much
Eventually I gave up I knew I couldnt win I would sit around and mope Day in, day out, day in
He bade me to sing, but I would not sing Too lost in my remorse I could not find the air to breath My voice was stale and coarse
Much time had come and gone and passed &nbs


Universe EternalI look at the stars Every chance that I can When I close my eyes I can see that man A man made of stars From that magical night When he took my hand And we took flight That man made of stars So bright and so true When he asked me to follow What else could I do? Follow me, he said, To a land far away. Dont worry, he said, Well be back by day. He smiled at me And I smiled too I gave him a nod And right then, I knew Id changed for good Id never be theUniverse Eternal
It really means a lot to me
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I love this world and well do enyting to keep it that way o(^-^)o
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There is no line between love and hate --only circumstance.
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Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.
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=indonesia rules!!
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No, there is not a thin line between love and hate. There is a Great Wall of China with armed sentries posted every 20 feet between love and hate.
~House
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"Life is what you make of it." -Francesco Carrara
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