Среда, 23 Января 2008 г. 22:37
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May I become your winged elf? May I turn into a fairy from something of a kind of paranoid android that I'm now and just stop hearing this annoying ringing in my ears?
May I... become your halo? I'd be your bay-tree garland, the crown of yours... my luminary.
Shine. Just shine.
And the sky will clear...
Be my Saint.
Be my Sacrament.
Be my Lamb.
Be my Sacrifice...
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