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The Purgatory TalesOutside of London, hidden away In silent suburbia awaiting decay There can be found, if one dares to tread A quaint little graveyard alive with the dead, And once the sun has gone down on this site, Four specters have come out to stay for the night.The Purgatory Tales
One of the many of ghosts that reside Is of a young woman; a mother and bride Hardly a wrinkle caresses her face; Hardly a hair on her head out of place Her figure is full, and her fingers are lean From knitting and scrubbing and keeping things clean Her teeth are like pearls, but she doesn't smile For when she wa
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Do not be sad because it has ended; be happy because it happened!
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I manipulate reality and make it my own.
I hope it isn't problem.
I wrote Bill is by you.
Greetings ; *
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I'm sorry for my English - I'm still learning...
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I manipulate reality and make it my own.
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I'm sorry for my English - I'm still learning...
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mein herzschlag lässt den boden vibrieren,
ich hab nichts mehr zu verlieren.
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I manipulate reality and make it my own.
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mein herzschlag lässt den boden vibrieren,
ich hab nichts mehr zu verlieren.
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