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[link] On the third day he took me to the river He showed me the roses and we kissed And the last thing I heard was a muttered word As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow And she lay on the bank, the wind lied as a thief As I kissed her goodbye, I said, "All beauty must die" And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth |
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June 9, 2008
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OLYMPUS IMAGING CORP.
E-400 1/125 second F/7.1 14 mm 100 Jun 8, 2008, 3:07:15 PM Share
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Let the waters dance, let them sing of beauty within there phathom depths. Let them share, with you, whispering to you...and your desires...
Let the waters take you away.
[link] come see my blog, maybe I can help you, too!
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He had a voice that could make a wolverine purr.
--Bill Curtis
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waiting for dreams
on a winter day
living in a nightmare
day by day
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waiting for dreams
on a winter day
living in a nightmare
day by day
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Let the waters dance, let them sing of beauty within there phathom depths. Let them share, with you, whispering to you...and your desires...
Let the waters take you away.
[link] come see my blog, maybe I can help you, too!
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waiting for dreams
on a winter day
living in a nightmare
day by day
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Vampires de ce monde, levez-vous!
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