Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Module 3: Warm up

I have a pretty face is all you'll say. No one knew me, no one knew my voice, my heart, my name. I watched the town each day as I found comfort in weaving. But no one knew that, because no one knew me. My heart was filled with sorrow. Some may say it was the curse which killed me. Believe what you may, I tell you my heart is what killed. But you wouldn't know, becuase you didn't know me.
Lady of Shalott

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