LostInLight666

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let airplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismant

Soooo...Now I'm have 1.111 pageviews and I am really happy in this occasion^__^ I'm glad, that you like some of my works, it's really pleasure to me :hug: I want to say Thank You all my friends. Thank you for all your comments, for all your criticism & praises, for all your favs & collects. I'm only the fan, but I shall try to do my works as more original and interesting. All comes with experience. And who knows, maybe, sometime in me will wake up not only desire, but also talent :D :D

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