, 17 2006 . 23:19
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- poor rich ones ,
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_Yourcenar "l'oeuvre au noir"
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I left you this morning
With tears in my eyes
That dream should have told me
Tonights quiet and nice
Refection and soaring thoughts
Doesnt matter anymore
It wont be better at all
That dream I used to adore
