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Screensize: 640 x 480 800 x 600 1024 x 768 1280 x 1024 UserName: Password: Format Mode: Basic  Help  Prompt  Format: Font Andale Mono Arial Arial Black Book Antiqua Century Gothic Comic Sans MS Courier New Georgia Impact Lucida Console Script MT Bold Stencil Tahoma Times New Roman Trebuchet MS Verdana   Size 1 2 3 4 5 6   Color Black Red Yellow Pink Green Orange Purple Blue Beige Brown Teal Navy Maroon LimeGreen Message: * HTML is OFF * Forum Code is ON Smilies I could have sworn I had told her I had nothing left to give The future made no promises Velvet days and nights were lived. [The spark tastes too delicious It's so hard to be denied Our hearts are fed by wishes And starved by foolish pride.] It's what dreams are made of On starry starry nights It's what leads to madness And the wrong thing feeling right. It's the agony and ecstacy With almost nothing in between It's what lets us bear the world The leaves fall, the grass turns green We do the dance and we lick our lips And we never see the bruise It's a lover that we think we want It's a friend we always lose. [The lips, the nights, the tangled hair Then days without desire It doesn't take a hurricane To take the spark out of the fire.] It's what dreams are made of On starry starry nights It's what leads to madness And the wrong thing feeling right. It's the agony and ecstacy With almost nothing in between It's what lets us bear the world The leaves fall, the grass turns green I could have sworn I had told her I had nothing left to give The future made no promises Velvet days and nights were lived. [The spark tastes too delicious It's so hard to be denied Our hearts are fed by wishes And starved by foolish pride.]