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Sep 23, 2003 18:12

The last tear slipped off my cheek, disappearing in puddles of rain.
And with that tear, i leave you swim until you tire sore.
For with the coming morning sun, i know you will be gone.
And as for me, i will be, just as happy as before.

goodbye and farewell

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optikal_data September 24 2003, 01:38:03 UTC
nice, yet not nice at the same time.

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