Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:
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To love is real and strong
To hate is also real and strong
For love and hate are one
But don't ask me to hate.
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Songs Of Innocence
Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:
`Pipe a song about a Lamb! '
So I piped with merry cheer.
`Piper, pipe that song again; '
So I piped: he wept to hear.
`Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;
Sing thy songs of happy cheer: '
So I sang the same again,
While he wept with joy to hear.
`Piper, sit thee down and write
In a book, that all may read.'
So he vanish'd from my sight,
And I pluck'd a hollow reed,
And I made a rural pen,
And I stain'd the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.
To be happy in life one needs not a reason to, because happiness is the reason itself..just be happy with or without a reason.
Don't do things to people you know who are capable of doing the same to you, do it to people who are not capable to return the same favor and treat..for this is genuine and true giving.
That which dies dies, because it has no right to live, when you cease to exist it's because you have no right and power to exist.