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Monday, October 19, 2009


Can you live forever
While the strings are all broken
Will it be still raining
As the sun breaks the shadows
The wind may get rough
Onto the surface of your path
But he won't shrug a shoulder
Though the sky falls on him.

It doesn't cost so a tiny
To take the brain in your head
Struggle is the mighty sword
The window to the door
No one lives forever
Nor dies without a pang
A piece of blood you take
Is worth a hundred conquest.


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