that's where some of my most profound thoughts and cleverly creative words end up, lost in the mildew of the night... i mean middle... even in thereal, here, where nbabble is not suppose to be, but then, that where some of my even more profound thoughts and cleverly creative words end up, lost in the babble... and the most profound thoughts and most cleverly creative words of all get lost in the babble in the middle of the night... the phantom of the opera ought to write a song about it, but if he did, it would most likely get lost in the babble in the middle of the music of the night...
ah, but if you were only here, i mean really here and her and here all the time, then i'd never have to say i guess you had to be there...
party on narf...
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