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Sunday, November 26, 2006
In my little room I type, I gaze far away; the peaceful stars of the land shine, which brings larthagies to my mind. When the room was bright, I can only see the sea of light I was lost and blind never learn to see the gem of life. For once, I felt the thirst to see the sky In darkness I shall stand lone and alone than ever yet, the troubled soul was comforted.
12:20 AM
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