| the things of today will slip our minds... ( @ 2003-09-03 20:35:00 |
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| Current music: | *silence* |
"...I went circling through all the mountains, I traversed treacherous mountains, and crossed all the seas-- that is why sweet sleep has not mellowed my face, through sleepless striving I am strained, my muscles are filled with pain."