The dreams did not accept without anticipating Future with sleep They have every night, I always time the'd walk the horizon at every rising of dawn invention and my death would be my resurrection was the sun to see you again And they stand could not ... dreams of they sold me ...
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celalbermon # Saturday, July 10, 2010 11:54:21 AM