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You are losing your tired place,
But succeeding in saving your face. What would you do if they offered it back to you, And headed straight to your heart to ruin it too? Would you drop a pinch of truth in that sky-blue ocean, And let those eyes change their perception or emotion? However,could you bare to know the unknown... Whether it is a yellow dice, plain wave or a curbed stone? Is there a chance to fastly close the door, Remove the slightest look above the dancing floor? And say something else? Tuesday, the 12th of August 2008 08:02:03
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