At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, Exhales from out her golden rim, And, softly dripping, drop by drop, Upon the quiet mountain top, Steals drowsily and musically Into the universal valley.
[voice reply]neuroticsandJune 10 2008, 17:01:08 UTC
It is mine - the little chamber, Mine alone. I had it from my forbears Years agone. Yet within its walls I see A most motley company, And they one and all claim me As their own.
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I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapor, dewy, dim,
Exhales from out her golden rim,
And, softly dripping, drop by drop,
Upon the quiet mountain top,
Steals drowsily and musically
Into the universal valley.
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Mine alone.
I had it from my forbears
Years agone.
Yet within its walls I see
A most motley company,
And they one and all claim me
As their own.
Hello, Gaara.
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I've been meaning to inquire.
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Well, you certainly aren't there anymore. You're in Econtra, un.
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No, no he isn't. Observant, you.
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You ruined it. He had 69 comments until you kept talking.
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