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By atia
Sulk All the world's a stage And today I shall be beggar Asking for more Where is the land I have been promised? Where is the truth behind the lies? Now that I have seen the smog Where are my endless blue skies? Let the tears roll Your twists and turns have wound me up And I can not know what to do So where is my winning cup?help with the title please :) Written January 8th, 2002 © on Jan 08 2002 06:25 AM PST 0 • 1
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