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by burning666 May 28, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
The wind conducts the grass in a graceful waltz, The sea rises for the show, The golden queen watches in her dress on sky, The curtain opens, The human blood stains the stage, The young girl drops down dead, They all applaud.
by AGirlWorthFightingFor
Must be a post-modern thing