Last Day of the Year Sun sets with no farewell Tomorrow it rises

1989 was the year that I first laid my eyes on you you were in a long dress standing alone I knew… no! I hoped… you would me mine engulfed in passion like a fire burning hot

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I must state that it is extremely difficult narrating this case, because this letter has been kidnapped. If I can’t save it, the English language is in grave danger.

The trampled girl sits atop a mountain. Her pride stands upon golden lion guard gates. Her name is somewhat uncertain. Her den let alone by morning hates. The offspring jump in delight,

The Magus

Power

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