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Tuesday, August 15, 2006






Once upon a time,
summer would last forever.
Once upon a time,
the sky was bluer, the grass was greener.
Once upon a time,
I had a place, I knew where I stood.
Once upon a time,
things were going to get better.
Once upon a time,
I had time.
Once upon a time.
Once upon a time.






on leaving Lilac Cottage 15/7/01
Posted by Mercutio at Tuesday, August 15, 2006

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"and I fear you will find me a very grave man." "True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south."
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