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Post by artanaro on Nov 18, 2005 11:00:41 GMT -5
Time ends when it begins The toothless clock stands up and grins It seems so easy to forget Those troubled souls that we have met They wear a mask , an iron mask And drain a covered empty flask But if you look them in the eye They look away and want to die But when theyre shown the face of death Some then cherish every breath Then they die and pass away And go to where they choose to stay But some die think they havent a choice Those they they who chose no voice
Artanaro
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