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.: What We Were :.
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.: Stompin' Boots :.
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This sweeping motion. These sounds so sweet. These footsteps dancing. On the edge of my seat. Pull me by the hand. Take me to the floor. I don't want to be lonely, in this life anymore.
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Tomorrow is here, I'm further near, Except this losing revelation, You are closer yet in my mind, They say the tardy fruit's a fuller wine, Everywhere I go I look for you, Do you look for me where you go too?
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What bored photographers do with their time
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Hotwheels
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It seems that my Guitar got together with my sister's Fiddle and it it turned out that they had a Ukulele!
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.:The Study of Dragons:.
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.:The Scientists Desk:.
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My love like flames I keep alight, through fear and pain and dark of night. And sitting here by candle light, I wait for you to hold me tight.
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.:Warm and Bright:.
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.:Supper Time:.
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.:The Magician's Dinner:.
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The King stood tall, for his Queen was always by his side. The tribulations that assualted him held no calamnity, for she was always by his side. The wars could rage beyond his borders, but there was peace within his realm, for she was always by his side.
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.:Little Treasures Make Little Pleasures:.
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.:The Weeping Bishops:.
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Broken doll, broken dreams, childhood memories, burst the seams. Can't hold on, where's my goal, can't let go, broke my soul.
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.:The Ghost of a Lady:.
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.:The Red Queen:.
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.:The White Queen:.
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Have you ever wondered if you were the one that was upside down?
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Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
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Indiana Jones
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Laurie De'Tullins
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Play me a game of life, my friend... the winner takes all and the loser... dies.
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Be not afraid of growing slowly, be afraid only of standing still.
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Love is Musical
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If the music is in your soul... then you don't need anything
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How cheerfully he seems to grin, How neatly spreads his claws, And welcomes little fishes in With gently smiling jaws!
