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When I die, cut out my heart
And feed it to lions
So that my poor body
May know of greatness and might
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A co-worker told me,
When you have a lemon, make lemonaide.
I tried that. I squeezed the lemon.
The juice squirted in my eye.
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I am unique, just like billions of other people.
No one can be exactly like me.
Some days, even I have trouble doing it.
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If I didn't have the luck of the Irish,
I wouldn't have any at all.
I wouldn't be smart.
I wouldn't be handsome.
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All alone in the day

in the midst of the crowd.
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A PICTURE OF YOU

TODAY I FOUND A PICTURE OF YOU
IN THE ATTIC OF MY MIND.
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November 13th:
Dear diary. Just came into the world a few hours ago.
Thought I'd get started on this diary early.
Still pretty tired from the move.
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Sometimes when it's quiet in the evening
And a gentle breeze whispers outside my window
My mind drifts back to my time with you
I'll wish again for a day from the past
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Set me as a seal upon your heart.
Wear my love on your heart,
As you wear gold around your neck.
Let my love be a banner across your chest.
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heaven is a place so large and so real...
it is still being prepared.
the building of it is not yet complete.
there are no outer chambers...
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When nature calls, I will be there
To laugh and to sing.
At the majesty of the morning,
And the dawning of the Spring.
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I found this delicate little flower.
BeautifulBeautifulBeautiful

It was just lying on the grass.
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THERE'S A NEW SHERIFF IN TOWN.
AND I'M IN A GOOD MOOD.
THE SUN IS SHINING.
MY NEW STAR IS SHINING.
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BUTTERFLY, BUTTERFLY.
GO TO MY MOTHER.
WHISPER THAT I MISS HER
TELL HER FOR ME
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I DEDICATE MY LIFE TO LOVING YOU.
I SAY IT AGAIN
I DEDICATE MY LIFE TO LOVING YOU.
THE WAY I WALK, THE WAY I WORK.
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SHE IS MY MUSIC, SHE IS MY SONG.
SHE'S MY MELODY, I'LL SING IT STRONG.
ALL THE DAY LONG I WILL LIFT UP MY VOICE
UNTIL I AM WITH HER AGAIN.
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SHE IS VERY BEAUTIFUL
IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME, JUST ASK HER.
A FLAWLESS CONVICTION FOR
THE WORLDS GREATEST ACTOR.
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My Last Wish

When I die, cut out my heart
And feed it to lions
So that my poor body
May know of greatness and might

When I die, cut out my soul
Bless it to the heavens
So that my poor soul
May know of vastness and light

When I die, cut out my spirit
Send it to my children
So that my energy
May distinguish wrong from right

When I die, cut out my eyes
Offer them to a blind man
So that my vision
May give the gift of sight

When I die, cut out my mind
Offer it to the world
So that my unfinished work
May separate the day from the night

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