Stars OursStars OursStars Ours
Some time ago in kingdoms far, a people lived in silv'ry tow'rs and wise men spake, in tongues bizarre, that ours were dreams, and dreams were stars.
For as we slept, our minds alight, our dreams, unchained, would take to flight where in the skies they'd soon make bright the velvet dark, the seas of night.
And every morn as Sun would rise, and clear became the starry skies, we all could see, in different guise the stars, returned to waking eyes.
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"This is a city for not sleeping; The clocks are set by feel
At this moment, from where I sit, none of it seems real"
Are you gonna go to the play this weekend?
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-Un ange sans ses ailes est un ange qui tombe-
HI!
How have you been in the week I haven't seen you?
Okay, I'm going back to being bored.
Toodle pip~ *waves*
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-Un ange sans ses ailes est un ange qui tombe-
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I hear
your voice
down the hall, through the window, above
all those trees, a light
it seems
& you are singing. What song
is that The words
are beautiful.
-LeRoi Jones
Cause you're shit's amazing and you need to keep it coming!!! T__T
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-Un ange sans ses ailes est un ange qui tombe-
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Disposable wandering samurai.
[me] ~mungkey ~lightronin
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These words kill fascists.
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