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Laguna
17 Oct 2010 16:37
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LOL!
At the fall of Fall's last leaf,
The sun vanishes into his retreat,
The bells begin to ring in grief,
Your flesh is left with no heat.
In words, you kicked the bucket.
At the fall of Fall's last leaf,
The sun vanishes into his retreat,
The bells begin to ring in grief,
Your flesh is left with no heat.
In words, you kicked the bucket.