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realityshifted2008-06-27 01:53 pm
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This place lacks music.
[Standing on the Astral Plane with sunglasses on and a grin that will blind you if you look directly at it. He snaps his fingers and music starts to play out of nowhere! Then he taps his foot on the ground three times and starts to sing]

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Don't say you love me
You don't even know me
If you really want me
Then give me some time~
It's not like we're gonna get married~
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You make it hard to breathe
It's as if I'm suffocating
And when you're next to me
I can feel your heartbeat through my skin
It makes me sad to think
This all could be for nothing
I wish there was a way
For you to see inside of me
I've never felt this way
About anyone or anything
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We can fly away, fly away
No more doubt, we'll have nothing left to say
We can fly away, fly away
From the darkness to the sun
Let our spirits be as one
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Always lovely to have an audience!
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What song is that...?
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Oh, simply some random song I felt like singing~ It's so hard to resist the urge sometimes.
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The mun says screw you, Romeo. :| This was the first time she ever got rickrolled.](no subject)
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WRONG JOURNAL WAS WRONG
I WAS SO CONFUSED FOR A MINUTE THERE.
sorry XD
S'okay. ♥
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When in the springtime of the year
When the trees are crowned with leaves,
When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew
Are dressed in ribbons fair,
When owls call the breathless moon
In the blue veil of the night,
The shadows of the trees appear
Amidst the lantern light.
We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day.
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay~
The songs of birds seem to fill the wood
That when the fiddler plays
All their voices can be heard
Long past their woodland days.
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a thought which he finds very frightening. Romeo has just confirmed this for him.]no subject
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I'm marvelous, excellent! Everything's going so well lately.