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Syllveira

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Last Login: 07/19/2019 12:51 pm

Registered: 12/08/2011

Birthday: 04/01

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i hate her. Report | 07/13/2014 8:06 pm: hey, you actually did come back for a minute! cool!
i hate her. Report | 03/29/2014 3:18 pm: looks like your birthday is coming up!
come back to gaia gonk
Irmafer Report | 01/10/2013 11:21 am: Hey I've been MIA razz
But I've been back on during winter break. I'm going to try to be on more, but who knows?
College keeps me busy lol
KosmiCake Report | 12/10/2012 2:25 pm: He he ^^ I never went that far.
How are you? Makes a long time!
Metuhlhead Report | 04/03/2012 7:22 pm: Mrr? heart
quaint faint Report | 02/20/2012 3:05 pm: i even stole one of your quotes and threw it on my profile...see if you can find it xD
quaint faint Report | 02/19/2012 5:34 pm: i like the music on your profile
i hate her. Report | 01/31/2012 10:08 am: just banging around and stuff, haven't seen you around at all gonk
i hate her. Report | 01/21/2012 6:05 am: hey~ back online for a few days, hit me up!
Hakai no kami El Dolares Report | 01/16/2012 10:17 pm: what?

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[i:c857067709]And the sunlight clasps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea...[/i:c857067709][/color:c857067709]

Come for your senses. Stay for a thought. Leave for your sanity.

I've seen things you wouldn't believe... All those moments.. will be lost,
in time... like tears, in the rain...

The rusted chains of prison moonsAre shattered by the sun.I walk a road, horizons changeThe tournament's begun.The purple piper plays his tune,The choir softly sing;Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,For the court of the crimson king.The keeper of the city keysPut shutters on the dreams.I wait outside the pilgrim's doorWith insufficient schemes.The black queen chantsthe funeral march,The cracked brass bells will ring;To summon back the fire witchTo the court of the crimson king.The gardener plants an evergreenWhilst trampling on a flower.I chase the wind of a prism shipTo taste the sweet and sour.The pattern juggler lifts his hand;The orchestra begin.As slowly turns the grinding wheelIn the court of the crimson king.On soft grey mornings widows cry,The wise men share a joke;I run to grasp divining signsTo satisfy the hoax.The yellow jester does not playBut gently pulls the stringsAnd smiles as the puppets danceIn the court of the crimson king.