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Lukas Woyzeck Male, 31, Belgium (2/3/2005 11:27:00 AM)

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Silent birds conquer skies,
The army of clouds passive,
Rays of sun enlighten the show,
A yellow rose pierces through earth,
Delivered to armies of grass,
Still free-
Wind and water make both bow,
But they manage to rise again
And trying to reach the light,
But desperate-
The flower grows becoming beauty,
Proudly grows above the grass,
Green, seeing everywhere around,
One million yellow roses just like her

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