.:sexta-feira, maio 05, 2006:.
The wind whispered evil secrets to the night. The groaning of the trees under the frost might have been the mourning of lost souls.
Be ever carefull of your soul; never doubt it is more precious than your body. It my be even more precious than your life...
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Know who calls you:
He who holds what you have abandoned.
Know who guides you:
He who keeps what you have lost.
Know who sends you:
He who owns what you have sold.
Be ever carefull of your soul; never doubt it is more precious than your body. It my be even more precious than your life...
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