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She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

Wednesday, December 19, 2001

ok,the plastic dead baby has cryed twice....if it wakes me up at 1am...I'm removeing it's batteries and handing it in dead...

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