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26-01-2006, 04:13 AM | #1 |
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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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