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Suetang Member Ascendant
since 2001-03-07
Posts 5187Melbourne, Australia 
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I may be falling in love Or drifting out to sea In my fantasy world So many lovely places Does it send me When I need to escape When I need to be set free To my fantasy world Is where you'll find me The angels are there And the fairies, they sing So many different types of birds In my garden take wing They take to the skies So graceful they are And as night falls The sky is covered with stars This blanket of diamonds Shine up above me I see If I pull back the blanket I know that heaven is what I'll see A place where so many are needed They're too good for our world And so they're sent there To be at peace in their world How hard it is to part with them As we struggle to let go But we know that it's such a better place That they will surely go So we rely on our memories All the good times we treasure so And take comfort that we'll see them again When it comes our time to go Suetang |
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ATelamon Member
since 2001-02-06
Posts 328Purgatory, Last Staircase, Up |
It seems there are two types of people: those who'se memories help them live through the painful vagaries of life, the other is one who'se memories are the deepest stab to the heart that has one die over and over again. It would seem you are of the former type. Which in itself I rather envy. For I am type 2 in that statement. Memories are often near lethal things to me. Now that I have done all that psyche rambling. Let me see, very intersting read. And my thanks for it. AT "Be your own hero. Save your interior landscape. As in all mythos the blight can be defeated and the land turned back to freedom and fertility. |
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