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And this is beyond your comprehension. No wonder you don't know. I am the minstrel you were promised. Follow your inclinations. You were right. The naive are the only one that know how to judge me, And it's because they know nothing, And it's too bad I'm not one of them anymore. Ignorance truly is bliss. 12/07/05

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March 8, 2009 03:45CUTTS**AND_A_BROKEN_HEART

THIS IS VERY INTERESTING!!!
I LIKE IT