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The Weaving Spider
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Battle at Kruger
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I don't go to sleep to dream
Columnated ruins domino
And someone saved my life tonight, sugar bear
Hyssop in your perfume
Sometimes I think it's a shame, when I feel like I...
I won't forget all the times I waited patiently fo...
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
In the wee small hours of the evening
Stars of track and field we are
Fell into a sea of grass and disappeared among the...
Earth, water, fire, and air, met together in a gar...
And now his ghost is a rising host above the blind...
And these feelings in my heart I know are meant fo...
Daisy Glaze
Battle at Kruger
The Landlord
She was the most beautiful cloud that ever passed ...
Is it to the sky
Had a friend, she once told me, "you got love you ...
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