26-01-2006, 04:13 AM
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][§¤حلا ذهبي ¤§][
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A Box of Gifts
Time passed by my door
leaving a box of gifts
I put it on the floor
and opend it in a thrift
People come and go
One is a friend one is a foe
One gives me a flower hiding a knife
One hides to me a flower holding a knife
And in this hour I long to that life
I can't see the friends, Ican't see the foes
All what I see is a dusty box, papers and ropes
Memories, Memories, Memories
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