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I've wept for those who suffer long. But how I weep for those who've gone. Into rooms of grief and questioned wrong. But keep on killing. It's in the soul to feel such things. But weak to watch without speaking. Oh what mercy sadness brings. Sheryl Crow. - Saturday, February 12, 2000 / 04:55 p.m.
I memorise the basics. Making strange faces. Tread slowly for I know, there's a thousand miles to go, without blinking. Gravitate spacewards. Find a home for the head from my basement. No darkness ever left. Bush. - Saturday, February 12, 2000 / 04:53 p.m.
You like snow but only if it's warm. You like rain but only if it's dry. No sentimental value to the rose that fell on your floor. No fundamental excuse for the granted I'm taken for. Alanis Morisette. - Wednesday, February 9, 2000 / 04:07 p.m.
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