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| After Midnight by � scatty_de It is far after midnight.....it is cold....silence covers me.... I only hear tic from the clock....tic toc tic toc.... I look into the dark sky and think about the stars. They are up there and give light. Every night. Whether they know, how is it to stand here and not to give light? And how I ponder, something dashes along the sky. Fast like a flash and bright like a day. A shooting star! Quick....you have a wish! Well, I ask you: "Would you like to be one of these many stars, every night at the same place, sparkling for the eternal night OR a shooting star, with courage to move from the spot, to dance with joy, with whole power and energy, only in order to let our hearts to hit higher and make happy for one precious moment....until she finally cease glowing and burn out?" I know it and you also know it. Come, let us dance! � 1998 by Valentina *S* ~~^V^~~��~~^V^~~��~~^V^~~��~~^V^~~��~~^V^~~��~~^V^~~��~~^V^~~ |
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