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Published: 2006-07-02 04:25:27 +0000 UTC; Views: 489; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 2
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Mind.My soul is like a diamond dice,
Forged by frost and melt by ice.
Not even when i thought.
Nothing i have could not be bought.
Every rose that i gave
Turned into a concrete grave.
Christmas is my summer joy
But i never got a toy.
When is black i see just white,
Now its hard, it has been lite.



