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Tuesday, February 3, 2009
I'm thinking of the midnight sun The lessons it would teach me That all the days we had fun The future still remains a mystery Each new sunrise Poses great crises and doubt Should we think of a compromise Or just cry and tear and pout Yet today the voice speaks to me Harden not my heart And even great valleys and great seas Would never do us part Wrongly expressed was the tone When I wanted to say my deed So now I shall be alone To reminisce every day's most quiet need
one good shot at 10:36 AM
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