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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

so far the plastic dead baby has cryed once...lets hope it stays that way...

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