I see you feel no pain at all, it seems
I wonder what you’re doin’ now
I wonder if you think of me at all 
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Ah…those are @Lyric171370 s
Once we have a proper place for it, you may want to tell us all about that! 
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Very good, but that went straight over his head bless his little socks 
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Blah. Don’t get me started. I trying to maintain some peace around here. 
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Claire has a very beautiful figure … perfect
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В Польше тоже можно купить дом, цена будет от 100 000$-200 000$ 
Да здесь так же, смотря какой район, я говорю о хорошем городе с индустрией 
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I hope the inventor of mirrors got a Noble prize.
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Somewhere in the foggy haze of my mind, i recall a song, written by Jim Steinman… about a mirror…
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Paradise by the Dashboard Light?
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Ah, come on, come on, let me tell you all about it. We’ve got all the time in the world. That’s good. That’s nice
I’ve been dreaming up a storm lately. Over and over again. And now I can’t stop, can’t stop. Been dreaming about mirrors, millions of mirrors, an endless army of mirrors out of control, reflecting people to death. To blindness and then death. Oh, and the mirrors kept getting larger. They kept growing, swelling, they kept spreading out, and now I can’t seem to stop them. They’re still growing and I can’t seem to stop them. I have to keep filling them up. I have to keep feeding them, and they’re still getting larger! And larger!
The mirrors have become vast and beautiful and very, very hungry. Hungrier than I’ve ever been. Too hungry. I no longer have any control over what they show me or what they see. They decide themselves what they would like to reflect. They won’t obey me! They create a reflection and then, then I have to go out and find the real thing that matches it. And almost always, when I put the real thing in front of the mirrors, it is not nearly as beautiful as the reflection that came first. And at that point I have to destroy the real thing and go out looking again. Until finally, I find another real thing, a thing that does match what’s inside the mirror, and which is truly worthy of the beautiful reflection that came first. But I almost never find it
And the mirrors get even hungrier. Pretty soon now they’re going to devour me. They’re going to swallow me up, piece by piece, bit by bit, shiver by shiver, tremble by tremble, sliver and sliver and splinter by splinter!
But you can help me, please? They want you, please? They’ve given me your image, before I ever saw you they gave me your image. Please. I’d like to make you one of my reflections, and feed you to the mirrors. Please. They only need one more to fill them up. And if it were you I feel that they would be satisfied. As I would. Please?
You have such a beautiful reflection…Don’t ever waste it. Now…
Your place or mine?
Song by Pandora’s Box 
Pandora’s Box, Original Sin.
i’ve been dreaming up a storm lately.
Ohhhh. I was thinking Meat Loaf.
Первый месяц, появляется привычка, после становится более комфортно и да часто я забываю о наблюдении
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Jim Steinman and Meat loaf did lots of work together… i think Meatloaf also did this Poem… but it is wort listening to it… sounds better than just reading the words… part of my mis-spent late 20’s …