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The weight of the earth and water and the force it will exert on the wooden wall of the bed. 

So, the stakes should be outside of the bed. If you don't want the glasses and the wine to fall down from the bed. If it fall someone might get a little bit drunk, which might not be good for the seasoning of the food.

It´sabighole

She said two gardens

He said window window

Anymore isn´t perfect. Because there´s always flowers, sometimes Orchids, and people always say something. They have to, it makes part of the Human beings, so they talk, say things. Be it heavens or hells, loves or hates, caresses or slaps, good feelings or rage, lips, kisses, whispers, words or tastes. ...and tastes.

Hello to you, sending a message, whatever, I´m going to delete your phone number. Love you, Goodbye. I will not be there tomorrow, anymore.

I´m on fire

I left the key at the gate.

 Every Rose Has Its Thorn 

We both lie silently still in the dead of the night Although we both lie close together we feel miles apart inside Was it somethin' I said or something I did? Did my words not come out right? Though I tried not to hurt you Though I tried But I guess that's why they say Every rose has its thorn Just like every night has its dawn Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song Every rose has its thorn Yeah, it does I listen to our favorite song playin' on the radio Hear the DJ say love's a game of easy come and easy go But I wonder does he know Has he ever felt like this And I know that you'd be here right now If I could have let you know somehow I guess Every rose has its thorn Just like every night has its dawn Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song Every rose has its thorn Though it's been a while now I can still feel so much pain Like the knife that cuts you the wound heals But the scar, that scar remains I know I could have saved our love that night If I'd know what to say Instead of making love We both made our separate ways And now I hear you found somebody new And that I never meant that much to you To hear that tears me up inside And to see you cuts me like a knife, I guess Every rose has its thorn Just like every night has its dawn Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song Every rose has its thorn