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There are so many things; I wish to let you know; As many as the stars that decorate the sky; But when Im near you, my love becomes my foe; And blinded by your shine, my words turn dry; Laying in your protective hold, I finally feel complete; And yet, fulfilling blankness rules my blessed soul; But as I struggle to break this curse, you hastily retreat; Again I lie alone, reaching for the shadow of a ghoul;
My friend is patience, my lo
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Miracles are my strenght
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A problem is like an enemy:
name it;
track it down;
kill it.
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привет .. привет ... thats всех
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A problem is like an enemy:
name it;
track it down;
kill it.
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Live to Laugh & Love,
~Michael Biondo
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"Has the world made you? Have you made the world? These are strange times I ask you..."
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привет .. привет ... thats всех
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привет .. привет ... thats всех
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привет .. привет ... thats всех
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