April 5, 201510 yr Burn the disappointment in the next game. It's your world, you don't have to preserve it. Sign! I see the dreams so marvelously sad The creeks of land so solid and encrusted Where wave and tide against the shore is busted While chanting by the moonlit twilight's bed trees (of Twin Elms) could use more of Magran's touch © Durance
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