we owe you our friday gathering our cheeky eyes, our feet which never met, our indelible kisses to life, to F, I, S, and many more, we may come togather one day, what the use of reunion in a grave any way! lets celebrate life, and grow like peasants, like roses, and fill the horizon with our colours, that may happened once, like life, once, like sroke of light, once like a gush of blood in the face of a loving, shye child, let us celebrate life and... to hell with death.
kojan
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