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You know what I'd do? 10:32 p.m. 2005-08-15 Destined departures and the arrival at the gate through spacetime. Overcast skies and the provisions reclaimed after years of abandonment and longing. You will bleed red to the sky as you paint the outlines of clouds crimson and the stars despair. THis pertains to the end of times. She sang over the mountains and through time to touch deafened ears and there was a ring of truth in cryptic prophecies. Why can you see into my soul? back & forth |