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in the summer of my life, i know that i am not forever, wilts are phases passing by, the still of sunsets saying goodbye, to shine again tomorrow, the stir of quiet loneliness, a peaceful form of emptiness, to await us there with every turn for something new, forgetting to wake up feeling the same, to be like night in ending days, and give thanks for all the things you can never have, i love changing with the seasons, and being just on time to see the leaves falling from trees, and knowing what it is to be me, i drift into my sea, to set sail for the end of time, all hail to the rainman, the greatest creator there ever was, the more it doesnt make sense the better, when lost is just undiscovered, but still gold.???, Written October 18th, 2001 © on Oct 18 2001 06:47 AM PST, midnite_raver 0 • 8
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