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Faced with the unutterable, words still disintigrate...
And ever new, out of the most quivering stones, music builds her divine house in useless space.
-Rilke
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I am moody.
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[I am not very good at html]
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sometimes i wish... [a blog]
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Wednesday, December 04, 2002
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I long for the day
and the day will come
that sees you all upon your knees
and i will be crying
crying out for hope
which some of you will lose
and i long for the day
when this body will be no more
the glorious immaculate conception
will shine forevermore
x,x
in light of your past
your future shines or fades
and all will come to light
i long for the day
i long
when no man will need to fight
x,x
and whoever is blest will see
the measureless expanse ahead
when fear and gladness meet
when fear and gladness meet
so gather up the dreams and goals and every sorrow dead
and wherever you rest your head
let truth be blankets
stealing you from winter's rightful grip...
2:42 AM
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