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1001 Night

Look For Beauty, You will find it Rooted in sorrow Clinging to the vines of pain Seek it in the sands Blowing in the ruins of insane Treasured eyes of darkness Spoken from the full lips of light Touch the dark caverns In the curves of sinister delight Crest her hills to the palace of martyrs In the house of 1001 nights

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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