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Post by Leewah Brown on Mar 24, 2004 22:06:01 GMT -5
She wrapped his anger in ribbons and put his fire out with tears She eargerly awaits the bliss that's been owed to her for years Simple sorrow lingers leaves a stain upon the soul Dirt covered, pale skin sees the world an empy hole But now the sun it glitters on her eyes once made of stone Pull the Princess higher to her place upon the throne..
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Post by Saar°berry on Mar 25, 2004 11:34:17 GMT -5
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