We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
What war does, is not so modern now, a new thing, something else then a gun, the bloody weapons, and so on and so on, has lost the imagination, as gold turns to silver and dust to ashes upon the valley, it settles where people once thrived, and spoke with songs, and stars in their eyes. I longed to walk on the trail into the hidden village and find a mystery leading me to a wild woman dressed in feather deep in thought, to catch her attention, then weep for no reason, happens sometimes when we realize more is there then assumed, and she smiles.
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You can't chop me Got me in a dream No stopping me The game is fashion Fashioned fashionable Unfathomable Driving my moon b...
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Once unleashed from long hiding it becomes tantalizingly irristable to the soul. There will be no turning back.
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Have no no No meaning to me Deep sounds may empty be Just an unholy rhapsody I hear fishes escape the net Happens constantly If only ...