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Saturday, June 11, 2005


   Here's a poem that's meaning is Pure...
A heart is pure of mind,
A soul is pure of heart,
But what kind of feeling is love,
It is nothing, but empty sorrow,
Why must man kind suffer such torment,
Is it the faith of all people who have dirty past to suffer?
So now I wonder,
Time is clear,
How much do I have to live,
For love is gone and dark is hear,
Which shall I choose?
Through time and space,
Wind and fire,
My heart is gone,
And now I see,
My destiny clear,
It is love that I shall fear...
So I take the dark path,
Into the night,
For now I see,
My heart's alright...

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