Success
At the stroke of midnightI often think of the antique town
Star-dust and vaporous light
Bring me down by the meadow
I flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
Since I finally could feel what it was to be free
Poetry by Coolaaron88
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Written on 2006-08-23 at 07:30
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