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This night, midst of this grove brightens the flower that should win you, Arcadia. A lamp (flower of night) this rose feigns, she grows yet from her joyous name: rose, Arcadia. Forth spring, rose, your Arcadia is in soil. Arcadia was one rose, she was awhile in the Fate the Heavens can lavish after ages of Iron. _________________________________________________________________ See what you’re getting into…before you go there http://newlivehotmail.com/?ocid=TXT_TAGHM_migration_HM_viral_preview_0507