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Nature grows its own solutions |
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Your Silence cannot protect you* |
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Mairrage is just another word for the description of a chicken running around with its head chopped off. |
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Grass between my toes |
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Every thorn that goes into my heart leaves a rose at my doorstep |
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My mind goes at ease |
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Slowly nature dies |
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XoX G0d3 tRue b3au1ty is expr3sS sou1y tHrouGh nATure XoX |
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Life is like a rose..it gets old..and eventually crumbles to peices... |