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My sig happens to be a poem I wrote. It is located somewhere on this forum. So to save you the trouble, I will translate it for you (I happen to be literate in Japanese).
In Mystery I lay
Shrouded in mystery I stay
Perceived by thoughts not long forgotten
My world I wish was pure grey
For simplicity sake
Come to me, do not leave
For fear grows on me everyday
Fear of those who may forget me
As I pass from this world to another
As my death has come to pass
I shall remain watching over you
I watch you weeping in the moon lit grass
And curse myself for leaving you
Please do not weep
I whisper into the wind
Into the darkness do not seep
For I may lose you
By the way, this isn't related to this thread, can anyone get "Through the looking glass" by Stone Sour out of my head?
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These are not books, lumps of lifeless paper, but minds alive on the shelves.
~Gilbert Highet
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