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Though all is different And I am older now And each day I ask why Why my love cannot die

She painted delicately he thought, her eyes tender with timidly engaging concentration and her hand shaking each time she dabbed away his tears. He couldn’t be sad anymore, she had seen to that.

When she was a young girl she had lived in the same country where they had found the largest diamond in the world.

“The final war for the coming of the light is now here Caroline, it has started silently inside the inner consciousness of all mankind, you have just been waiting like so many others."

Arthur was tired. Between the greyness of the November sky and the rough dirty brown surf of the North Sea he stood alone contemplating the unfairness of what life had become.

Bill was a charmer, well he thought he was at least. There was no way he could be without someone to talk to for less than an hour, to him it was torture.

Value Coca cola and large tattoos The bag is heavy filled with all sorts That are not made of liquorice

Stomachs are empty from indulgence You have not looked within like I have And seen such discernment

As the unseen desert flew past us I dreamed of mysterious destinations that awaited in the biblical barrenness of the Sinai.

There is a similair sign of selfishness That streaks through many smiles...