4:40 p.m. - 2001-06-12
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Misbegotten and forgotten dreams of the past.
Depressing songs that make me long for love that didn't last.
I hope to die as I cry my lonely self to sleep.
The Rose's thorn, the lovers scorn, both have cut me deep.
Why does it have be this way..
by the glowing moon and the light of day..
Always in tragedy, always in death..
Till the poets scream with they're dying breath..
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