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| 'twas in the bogs of Cannelbrae My mate did meet an early grave 'twas nothing left for us to save In the peat-filled bogs of Cannelbrae -by Moonraven |
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| One thought opens a thousand eyes One sun brings a thousand dawns -by Loveflower |
| Per il tuo cuore immortale darei il mio stesso, e per ogni peccato la morte... -by Elisa |
| Dum spiro, spero Dum spero, amo Dum amo, vivo! -by Sylvia |
| Puro e l'amore, Pure nel cuore Per noi che siamo uno, e mai ci lasciereno -by Elisa |
| When you were born It rained through the whole night Not because it shouldn't rain this night- Heaven cried for the sweetest star it lost this night (happened on the 21st of July in 1982) -by Sylvia |
| I look like shit, but then again, it's my best look -by Nicole |
| It is the soldier, not the poet that gives us freedom of speech (well... *ahum* -NA) It is the soldier, not the reporter that gives us freedom of the press And it is the soldier who lives, fights, and dies under the flag that allows the protestor to burn it -by the Mistress of the Dead |
| If I think more about death than some other people, it is probably because I love life more than they do -by Hansi Birworchen |
| Life is like an Iron Maiden concert; Some people may carry you on their hands, others may drop you -by Antonio DilMagio |
| I've seen a lot of things in life, but only once I have seen love in the eyes of God, and it make me cry to think love looks just like you -by Gino, someone I've met via MSNchat; he made this for his girlfriend Danielle |
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