One streetlight dies, the night is silent, a question asked, another's day What dreams dissolve in midnight shadows and wrap the world in winter white? And broken dreams, a streetlight's answer the only hope I ever see The shadows cry, Can no-one mend them? And falling stars can't help but die A streetlight dies to wake the morning the shadows grow and fade away the winter calls, the winter, crying, the questions lift the questions stay. 08-March-03 "querida"
Saturday, March 08, 2003
Open season on interpretations: "Querida"
"When I get to level 7 I can actually summon a humanoid whore, as opposed to a gelatinous cube whore."
"It'll dissolve your winkie."
"Jeff? For the love of God, let it eat Michael Flatley." You must understand, we're now running a final encounter for Jefe, who's Miraged the entire cast of Riverdance as a distraction...
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