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Let there be a welcome mat,
For I am no more inside to welcome thee.
Yet I am outside in the world of my life;
For the ghosts that pass me do all but live;
And their minds waver with skill.
For I, with the wings of gold;
And the kiss of life;
Bring my berth to yours;
And I set you free for the end,
Which will never come.

I bet that cost money.

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The following comments are for "It was once land"
by theDecade

That was insane..seriously it was really good, the last line left me speechless

( Posted by: Button [Member] On: March 6, 2005 )

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