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 Dec 22 2004, 05:26 PM
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 your sweetest sin.  Group: Member Posts: 416 Joined: May 2004 Member No: 18,960  |
a crimson rose for each love,
a midnight rose for each tear, a red rose for each angel from above, a dying rose from each night spent in fear, love gives and takes, but never holds back, it gives painful heartaches, midnight black. it gives joyful days, and lasting dreams, it's like God's praise, when happiness gleams... but then thunder crashes, when pain, anger collide, then the joy dies among the ashes, the golden days hide... until the sun comes out, then all becomes well, happiness sprouts all about, the rest? the rest is for you to tell. |
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Dec 22 2004, 11:45 PM
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 i'm susan Group: Official Member Posts: 13,875 Joined: Feb 2004 Member No: 5,029 |
wow again, but there are some spelling corrections to do for you heh. but yeah it's great!
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Dec 24 2004, 10:25 PM
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Yeah, some spelling corrections needed, but very well done!
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