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-Khabok.


What Really HappensMinutes and seconds do not forgive The way that lovers forgive. Sometimes What is beautiful and what is perfect Cannot be greater than what is real And what has already come and gone. Whether I love him Or loneliness Has closed my eyes I cannot redeem myself of time Nor forget what I have already done. Forever on I will remember What the world did To us, Conspired to push us apart Or perhaps To make us whole within ourselves. After this endless passing, I can never forgive What shall never forgive me.What Really Happens


StarlightIn their thousands in the sky those that never fade or die Wink and smile at me; perfect beautiful wanting me to see.Starlight
A thousand thousand friends and more, everyone knocking on my door Wanting me to play; Dancing Now Before the light of day.
Why must they go away? They are eternally this way, hiding from the dawn; Frightened Children Pale to the light.
But born again as beautiful as ever, tomorrow night.


Trench-coat LullabyGo ridin' on the midnight train, Walk beneath the moon. Wanderlust at midnight Means the end is comin' soon. You can't run from bad days comin' Like you can't outrun a train. Cryin' and howlin' to the stars Only brings you pain.Trench-coat Lullaby
When you're hurtin', you'll be sure the pain will never end. When that sun is shining You'll get caught out in the rain. Never ever saying never Means you've always got the score. But bein' right won't keep you cozy When it starts to pour.


One.Another minute, another hour, another slide westward and another rotation. A second look at a third life and a thirty-ninth sigh. A fourteenth thought about infinity and maybe sixty years. Another cold finger on the other cold hand on the same warm heart under the same old sheet. The same roof under the same stars, and another moon but no clouds. And here is the same heart and the same soul with the same thoughts on another night without you.One.
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The opposite of war isn't peace; it's creation.
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You must do the thing you think you cannot do.
-Eleanor Roosevelt-
I'm hungry.
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You must do the thing you think you cannot do.
-Eleanor Roosevelt-
I would salute yours, but I don't know what it means...
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Kan ma kan fi qadim azzaman is the traditional ending to Indian folk-tales. It means "It was so, it was not, in a time long forgot."
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Kan ma kan
Fi qadim azzaman...
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<Jael555> Mine self art devoured.
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