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An Elf in the Sun

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Chillin' Dylan

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Sauvignon Blanc

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All my base...

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006 Break

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Three Days Grace Brushes

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Literature

A Pilot Remembers

SITTING IN THE OFFICER'S CLUB, AT A ROUND TABLE SURROUNDED BY SIX EMPY CHAIRS. TABLE IS CLEAR, EXCEPT FOR HIS GLASS OF WHISKEY/SCOTCH AND AN ASHTRAY, CONTAINING A SINGLE CIGARETTE - JUST BURNING OUT. OTHER OFFICERS ARE IN GROUPS AROUND THE JUKEBOX AND BAR - FROZEN. Neil: (sigh) I'll never understand why men have to wage war on each other. Why there has to be this constant conflict over land...or sea...or air. Do the leaders of our nations get off on the idea of world domination, and sending the young men to burn to nothing in the metal carcasses of their planes? (chokes on tears) We lost two more today. Dawson (looks down) and Jones. Oh, 'B

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An Elf in the Sun

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Literature

Metaphors

I could write metaphors of loves sinking into twilight But I can only lie here and wonder If the sun has set on ours I could write of hearts Breaking from the weight of their sorrow But I forget that I was still trying to mend my own I could try to fall asleep, But I'd only torture myself With dreams of what our future could hold Call this my eternal depression Scathing and scarring my faith in our love Unwilling to let me free I am a captive of my own cursed mind Lying in my darkened room Sprawled motionless against the door I realise my fate I am the lock, you are the key My ticket to salvation

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