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Your Reply: HTML is OFF UBB Code is ON Smilies Legend	[QUOTE]Originally posted by Randall: [B]Bump![/B][/QUOTE]
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<table border=0 cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 width="95%"><TR><td bgcolor="#CC3299"><TABLE BORDER=0 cellpadding=4 border=0 cellspacing=1 WIDTH="100%"><TR bgcolor="#871f78"><TD COLSPAN=2><CENTER>T O P I C     R E V I E W</CENTER></TD></TR><TR bgcolor="#FAEBF8"><TD valign=top>AmberMoon</TD><TD>I was watching my all time favorite movie “Only You” for the 1000th time tonight and just feeling so tragically romantic. Just wanted to share a poem that’s featured in the movie, also my favorite poem. I’m feeling this one so hard right now dealing with an unrequited love situation…..😢😢 So read and enjoy…..You Who Never Arrived Rainer Maria Rilke You who never arrived in my arms, Beloved, who were lost from the start, I don't even know what songs would please you. I have given up trying to recognize you in the surging wave of the next moment. All the immense images in me—the far-off, deeply-felt landscape, cities, towers, and bridges, and un- suspected turns in the path, and those powerful lands that were once pulsing with the life of the gods— all rise within me to mean you, who forever elude me. You, Beloved, who are all the gardens I have ever gazed at, longing. An open window in a country house—, and you almost stepped out, pensive, to meet me. Streets that I chanced upon,— you had just walked down them and vanished. And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors were still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows? perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us yesterday, separate, in the evening... </TD></TR><TR bgcolor="#F4D5F0"><TD valign=top>Randall</TD><TD>Bump!</TD></TR><TR bgcolor="#FAEBF8"><TD valign=top>Randall</TD><TD>Bump!</TD></TR></TABLE></td></tr></table>

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