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The rain is full of ghosts tonight...
Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply.... *No photoshop
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Uploaded on Jan 18, 2007
Come watch with me the shaft of fire that glows In yonder West..
Our love is like that of a delicate flower..
fighting and able to bloom amidst the harshness and darkness of winter.. - fifs
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Uploaded on Nov 27, 2006
A child is a curly, dimpled lunatic.
Solitude shows us what should be; society shows us what we are.
Like children, we never give up hope..
..and we hope - against all logic, against all experience. Like children, we never give up hope...
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Uploaded on Oct 14, 2006
Those who are afraid to fall, never learn to fly.
elegance
Elegance is something more than ease; it is more than a freedom from awkwardness or restraint. It implies,...
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Uploaded on Aug 8, 2006
catch me as i - f a l l -
when you're at home, thinking about * h i m * you can be sure he's out, not thinking about * y o u *. ...
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Uploaded on Aug 2, 2006
he loves me, he loves me not ..
you look at me and think, 'she's the one that got away' but then , i look at you and whisper, 'you're the...
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Uploaded on Jul 20, 2006
When a child walks along the seashore, you can never tell what small pebble he shall pick up ..
For you, Ciocco (again8-))
Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. "Pooh!" he whispered. "Yes, Piglet?"...
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Uploaded on Jun 4, 2006
“Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.\"
The rose speaks of love silently, in a language known only to the heart.
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Uploaded on Jun 3, 2006
tears, tears, tears.
I\\\'ve never been the kind to ever let my feelings show And I thought that bein\\\' strong meant never...
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Uploaded on May 25, 2006
happpy birrrthdayy *,*
ittttttt\\\'s my darrrrrrlings birrthday todayyyyyy. he\\\'s twoooooooo! awww.. *he\\\'s saying hi while...
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Uploaded on May 18, 2006
Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased by tales, so is the other.
Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong... and alone.
From childhood\\\'s hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring...
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Uploaded on Apr 20, 2006
