March 2010
Spirits of the dead - Edgar Allan Poe Thy soul shall find itself alone 'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone ; Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. Be silent in that so
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http://theresfiftytwowaystomurderanyone.blogg.se/ Some days it don't come easy, and some days it don't come hard Some days it don't come at all, and these are the days that never end Some nights yo
http://theresfiftytwowaystomurderanyone.blogg.se Will you cater to every fantasy I got? Will ya hose me down with holy water, if I get too hot? Will you take me places I've never known?
http://theresfiftytwowaystomurderanyone.blogg.se/ Will you raise me up, will you help me down? Will you get me right out of this Godforsaken town? Will you make it all a little less cold?