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quinta-feira, 16 de setembro de 2010
domingo, 12 de setembro de 2010
Surrendered
They wouldn't ask a way through anyway,
There sure isn't a point in fighting them.
The wise is to let those have their time.
I, of course, let them do it
So they have their moment of rage
After all, You won't mess around
With the deepest, hidden, monstrous,
Hideous emotios from the inner kingdom
of the self.
There sure isn't a point in fighting them.
The wise is to let those have their time.
I, of course, let them do it
So they have their moment of rage
After all, You won't mess around
With the deepest, hidden, monstrous,
Hideous emotios from the inner kingdom
of the self.
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