, by freakshow3
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they say there is a time for everything, a time to live, a
time to die, a time to smile, a time to cry, a time to
laugh, a time to moarn, a time to watch a child be born.
there is a time in every life, where the clock begins to
die, and all the timing fades away, waiting for a voice to
say, " the modern world has been set free, from everything
we used to be. the birds may sing and light the sky, the
petals fall, the flowers die, and still i am joyed from
being set free, of everything we used to be". |
Posted: 2010-08-28 01:14:20 UTC |
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