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To sing, to laugh, to dream, to walk in my own way and be alone. Free with an eye to see things as they are. To say, my soul, be satisfied with flowers, with fruit, with weeds even, But gather them in the one garden you may call your own. - Cyrano DeBergerac
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08/01/2001 - 08/31/2001 10/01/2001 - 10/31/2001 11/01/2001 - 11/30/2001 12/01/2001 - 12/31/2001 |