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Wednesday, March 30, 2011
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Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Side by side, hand in hand, battle lines, drawn in the sand. With painted faces we take our places, we are marching to war. A crimson moon watches in pride as you and I fall in stride by stride, your eyes so strong, and your lips so fine, my greatest dream is to make you mine.Brought to life by just your smile I try to show you that I care. All the while the world moves onward, unaware. I dream of you, to hold you tight, to watch you smile through the night. When life seemed hopeless a spark appeared, with snow white hair and a heart that cared.As I take you by the hand, promise that with me you’ll stand, while we march to war.I challenge you dear, our war lies at heartFor I need you so close, but we’re better apartAnd our spectators cry, they do not understandWe walk this alone, longing to be hand in hand.
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