. . .um, does that make you sad?. . .
. . .im very, very tired. . .see you kids later, im off to sleep (may be an angel will pop out somewhere in dream land?). . .
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Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
To become the dew that quenches the land
To spare the sands, the seas, the skies
I offer thee this silent sacrifice
Bloodlust Clan
Last edited by NeoFighter5 : 07-17-2008 at 07:25 AM.
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