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Retreived (Lyric) by T'ien

Redemption's flowing cry calls me by and by fond memory hidden timless from every eyes caress stolen minds of pleasures fool i give myself and become your tool I forget why i lost you until i find you your followed sheep am I forever watching always knowing of your bitter sweet hidden virtue

<~> 13-Jan-03/3:31 PM
i never lost a tim, but i lost a dave and an art and a charles, one time. i think. but i don't really remember. they were all tools anyway. they followed their sheep around, just like in your poem!!!




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