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10-23-2004, 08:57 PM
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A poem old and sweet
This is one of the oldest (and I think one of the sweetest) poems in the English language...
Western Wind Westron wind, when will thou blow? The small rain down can rain. Christ, that my love were in my arms, And I in my bed again. No one knows who wrote it, but it's been handed down for centuries.
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Then I came back from where I'd been. My room, it looked the same - but there was nothing left between The Nameless and the name. - Leonard Cohen. 
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10-23-2004, 10:57 PM
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I like it...............
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