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                          To write
                                  To create
                                           To explore
                                                     To
become
                                                            
 To exist.


                          Anyone can pen lines
                          But not everyone can write.


                          God rejoices when people sing.


                          Perfect love of Romantic days
past
                          Visit this earth a mere once more
                          And fly from devilish mankind
                          In all our trickery and deception
                          That has grown to strong within
Posted: 2005-03-19 03:39:13 UTC

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