We really don't look ALL that alike.


Teasings "Julian, please, go away." Jules reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling Damalis up against a wall of stacked planks behind him. Taking her hand he turned it and pressed her fingers to an individual plank. "What's this one?" "Maple," she sighed. His free hand slid over her eyes. "And this one?" "Maple." "And this?" Her fingers fell on a stack to the left at Jules' insistence, his balance keeping her upright in the difficult position. &Teasings
Young
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Searching my heart for it's true sorrow
This is what I find to be:
That I am weary of words and people
Sick of the city, wanting the sea.
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Searching my heart for it's true sorrow
This is what I find to be:
That I am weary of words and people
Sick of the city, wanting the sea.
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And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream
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Searching my heart for it's true sorrow
This is what I find to be:
That I am weary of words and people
Sick of the city, wanting the sea.
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And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream
IT'S OVER!
Except for the exam on thursday.
BUT MUSIC IS OVER!
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Searching my heart for it's true sorrow
This is what I find to be:
That I am weary of words and people
Sick of the city, wanting the sea.
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And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream
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Searching my heart for it's true sorrow
This is what I find to be:
That I am weary of words and people
Sick of the city, wanting the sea.
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"Conscience is the amount of inner knowledge that we posess." -- Victor Hugo
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And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream
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