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By Bacardi Date: 2002 Feb 01 Comment on this Work [[2002.02.01.21.55.16086]] |
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twilight dost pass in the twinkling of an eye no more... no more... no more mere passing words flicker out... gone wasted in this heavy air fresh of meaning once on a dawn of everlast when birds did sing such a glorious thing but time did pass in slowerd state till it did creep along with my mind gone and a fresh flame did light such a merry thing yet now i wonder now im lost for i wish for what was what ever was fresh of meaning once again |