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HYD, Absolon, thy gilte tresses clere;
Ester, ley thou thy meknesse al a-doun;
Hyd, Jonathas, al thy frendly manere;
Penalopee, and Marcia Catoun,
Mak of your wyfhod no comparisoun;
Hyde ye your beautes, Isoude and Eleyne;
My lady cometh, that al this may disteyne.

Thy faire body, lat hit nat appere,
Lavyne; and thou, Lucresse of Rome toun,
And Polixene, that boghten love so dere,
And Cleopatre, with al thy passioun,
Hyde ye your trouthe of love and your renoun;
And thou, Tisbe, that hast of love swich peyne;
My lady cometh, that al this may disteyne.

Herro, Dido, Laudomia, alle y-fere,
And Phyllis, hanging for thy Demophoun,
And Canace, espyed by thy chere,
Ysiphile, betraysed with Jasoun,
Maketh of your trouthe neyther boost ne soun;
Nor Ypermistre or Adriane, ye tweyne;
My lady cometh, that al this may distevne.
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A lone gray bird,
Dim-dipping, far-flying,
Alone in the shadows and grandeurs and tumults
Of night and the sea
And the stars and storms.

Out over the darkness it wavers and hovers,
Out into the gloom it swings and batters,
Out into the wind and the rain and the vast,
Out into the pit of a great black world,

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We shall explain our reasons better
In gloomy rainbow days,
Sitting before the firelight
Of the smiling nights.

When grudges are long gone
And childhood/youth malice stands abash.
When the happy tales of old days
Bottles the hostile instincts half dead in us.


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A time will come for a moment of truth
A journey of discovery that starts in youth
Many will try to change your ways
But the thing you love always stays
Finding your mark is a powerful thing
The skies the limit to what it could bring
Our true calling whispering in quiet
Telling us to go after it and we can't deny it
Searching for meaning to rest our soul
Being honest with ourselves to make us whole
The finer things are not part of the mission
Staying true to our passions is part of our commission
Facing each day with the happiness that it brings
Touching the hearts of others makes it everything
We bare our soul on a world stage
Expressing our naked visions outside the cage
It's easy to conform to the flock
But you can set yourself free if you knock
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There is heard a hymn when the panes are dim,
And never before or again,
When the nights are strong with a darkness long,
And the dark is alive with rain.

Never we know but in sleet and in snow,
The place where the great fires are,
That the midst of the earth is a raging mirth
And the heart of the earth a star.


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The way your heart fills
for me
The way my heart beats
for you
And at the end
When we meet
the heaven comes to the shore of earth
We get the comfort
out of everyone
Our lives entail a story of our

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Ah, well can I the day recall, when first
The conflict fierce of love I felt, and said:
If _this_ be love, how hard it is to bear!

With eyes still fixed intent upon the ground,
I saw but _her_, whose artless innocence,
Triumphant took possession of this heart.

Ah, Love, how badly hast thou governed me!
Why should affection so sincere and pure,
Bring with it such desire, such suffering?

Why not serene, and full, and free from guile
But sorrow-laden, and lamenting sore,
Should joy so great into my heart descend?

O tell me, tender heart, that sufferest so,
Why with that thought such anguish should be blent,
Compared with which, all other thoughts were naught?

That thought, that ever present in the day,
That in the night more vivid still appeared,
When all things round in sweet sleep seemed to rest:

Thou, restless, both with joy and misery
Didst with thy constant throbbings weary so
My breast, as panting in my bed I lay.

And when worn out with grief and weariness,
In sleep my eyes I closed, ah, no relief

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I take my wine jug out among the flowers
to drink alone, without friends.

I raise my cup to entice the moon.
That, and my shadow, makes us three.

But the moon doesn't drink,
and my shadow silently follows.

I will travel with moon and shadow,

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How does Freedom looks like?

Is it a kind of sunlight..

breaking all the fogs of mind

taking out it's immense warmth out of life!

How does Freedom shapes us all?


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