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| bill clinton, oneeight seven, dining guide, archimedes, aroundthe bend, hamburger harry's, candyman:day of the dead, justinsimoni, review, relationship, kieron jecchinis, and entertainment. beats, tommylasorda, alternative, iran, viagrajokes, guinevere, seth green, anonymous, phil bonyata, salt lake city, oliver stone, | -Bette Midler (idea) by lillianvalencia (1.1 mon) directors (print) ? 4 C!sSun Nov 12 2000 at 3:33:39 My mother... I was freshly 13, a frizzy-haired, metal-mouthed girl, new to directors life myself-- one ends, one begins. My summers revolved around camp and boys... youthful excitement, bright experiences. No fear in sight... Erin and I sit at a table, joking, laughing, killing time before the night activity begins... A tapping on my shoulder distracts me from my string of "dead baby" jokes, and turning, I find directors the camp director standing behind me. "Sweetie, your father is on the phone, it's urgent. You can take it in the kitchen." My father? If anything was wrong, my mother would be the first to call me... unless... Unless something was wrong with HER. I shake the thought out of my head, telling myself that it's probably something very minor. |
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| I have loved and lost and loved again. I'm living my life. The life she gave me. From time to time I lie awake wishing she knew the woman I have become. In the dark of those nights I find myself singing for her again. The Rose Some say love, it is candyman:day of the dead a river that drowns the tender reed. Some candyman:day of the dead say love it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed. Some say love, it is a hunger an endless aching need. I say love, it is a candyman:day of the dead flower, and you it's only seed. It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance It's the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance It's the one who won't be taken who can not seem to give And the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live. When the night has been too lonely, and the road has been too long, and you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows Lies the seed that with the suns love in the spring becomes the rose. |
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