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mick
location: Shambala
listening to: Sounds that can’t be made
registered: 2001.10.26
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I never passed on my condolences to you. Please accept them now with this little bit of a poem from god knows where...may you always remember the face of your father.They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate.They are not long, the days of wine and roses;
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.
–--
a truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent
a truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent
mick
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I never passed on my condolences to you. Please accept them now with this little bit of a poem from god knows where...may you always remember the face of your father.They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate.They are not long, the days of wine and roses;
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.
–--
a truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent
a truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent
