

Progression SymphonyShards of glass in the slithering verse, to have and to hold, through better or worse An end like yours, white dress and black hurse The rain came down that night.Progression Symphony
They put you away, for eight or nine days, there by choice but 'here you must stay' learn the rules quick and try not to sway, win by avoiding the fight.
And as time went on I knew you were gone, scratched in pencil, an image foregone, a bird, some water and some crippled swan, herein started the spite.
Despair, despair, don't dare to care, amnestics, hypnotics, and fair is fair, &nbs
Autumn
Old Town

So It BeginsThe contours of your eyes surmise the effects, you're drinking coffee- you've lost my respect vodka in here and cocktails at noon, soon I say, it's going down soon. Water, dilute, anti-pollute, antitheses- I don't wear a suit; specialised nails, coffins and graves, designer labels, pre-designed caves, in which you will dwell, your personal hell, I, though pushed, never once fell.So It Begins
I'm impressed by the French aswell, I was never a fan of languages. I found a translator on Google though, was an interesting piece. :d
You
Han xx
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What do you call 100 nuns in a shop? Virgin Megastore
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À tout le monde (To the world),
à tout mes amis (To my friends),
Je vous aime (I love you all),
je dois partir (I must leave),
These are the last words I'll ever speak,
and they'll set me free
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~A muscian must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write, if he is to be at peace with himself. What a man can be, he must be.
~To find in ourselves what makes life worth living is risky business, for it means that once we know we must seek it
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