buckjer
Was: Kaddi...something
2006 Feb 20 • 34
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There is nothing to worry about.
"There was a bird, who with the abscence of words, took flight
To the end of the sea and the finish line of the earth
She pushed the top for corner of the world and built three nests
One of gold, one of silver, and one of clay
She took a breath and she let it out
She took a sigh and then she cried out
There is much that i shall be
There is a strong chill in the air again
In the nest of gold she cleansed her coat daily
In the nest of silver she brought back her food to save and console
Then in the clay, she laid her eggs and eventually hatched children
And she waited, and she waited, and she waited, and she waited
And the day the fires came
The nest of gold and silver met in a
Lucid river, ocean to the sea
While the nest of clay withstood the heat
The nest of clay was forged into eternity of time
The corner of the world on the ocean floor was now covered, covered in gold, silver, and sand
Yes it was...
The ocean fall is now covered the gold and silver at time
The nest of clay was forged into eternity of time
The corner of the world on the ocean floor was now covered, covered in gold, silver, and silver and gold...
Go on...
So build a house of clay and never, ever, ever, ever underestimate
What the dead can do, can do for the living
If you listen closely you'll hear the harmony of every man and woman that's passed away
You better believe it's a song for the living
There's a dounting task ahead
There are snowflakes in our eyes again
With such a strong chill in the air
Please can you tell me tonight where will we lay our heads to sleep...
Just sleep...
Just...
Sleep..."
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2006 Jun 30 at 16:17 UTC
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u mustve sent it to the rong address
