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Happy birthday to myself (Other) by Prince of Void Saturday was yesterday of my birthday
Good news day turned in my birthday
Yes Today is my birthday
Oh 25 years passed by
Murmuring to myself
...There is still time to go
Birthday party is ended by
Deserted by The people have gone
At close of day to burn the old age
Tonight is my birthdayâs night
In empty bed no wish lies
Expect lots of dreams hasnât come to my head
Iâm right riding to it
When the darkness drops again
The dreams of better tomorrows fill the void
Bring the peace of mind to the exhausted head
They will held me hopefuls even Iâm dead
But Soon I will leave tomorrows behind
From the transience of my birthdays to my death
Up the ladder:
Exile in New Hamshire
Down the ladder:
The great seven of Coloumbia the space ship
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Posted: December 31, 2006 8:43 AM PST; Last modified: December 31, 2006 8:43 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.0 Overall Rank: 7952 Comments:
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Dovina @ 75.82.85.162
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1-Jan-07/12:16 PM
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So many grammar glitches here, I have to wonder if the few correct phrases are mistakes in a dialect of hopelessness.
Happy birthday indeed
thanks
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