Love, your starry eyes, my love, and snow-like skin I love,
Crimson lips, yet I love; your cheeks I love, then most of dove
Will love your raven hair, my love, so with those birds above.
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In sweep the time waves of the moon,
Away flow the tides of time;
Emotions revisit an age gone by;
Carving their trail in time,
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Can you feel it…?
The sad effects of what we called…
‘Tis the oil lamps in houses without electricity,
Piteous girl selling sampaguita along the road,
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Poverty? I guess it is…
…the milk for the infant from boiling rice,
A roaming kids who search for scraps of metal or plastic,
A student that’s only relying on a scholarship,
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Go, lovely rose!
Go to whom I deeply love
Tell her the sweetest words I want to say
Go tell her how much I love her
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From where wild roses growing red and gold;
And sun gently sleeps upon the shore,
Within my heart, a sad story was untold
Of a lovely lady whom I loved before
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Poverty is my friend..
the one who cries with me on my hunger
the one who buried me on my lends
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Their melody of sweetest sound;
So pleasing, so profound,
Soothing and gentle and strange
Like heavenly piece thwarts to change.
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“My pen is the blade I wield…
Its ink is the raging flow of my blood…
My will is my strongest shield.
Better to die a thousand times for something,
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Thus far not, Rizal, still not.
The land you die for has yet to suffer,
The land you loved; your dreams have faded,
The land has need of a patriot’s blood of audacity
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