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Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
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Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
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It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
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Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
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Roses ruddy and roses white,
What are the joys that my heart discloses?
Sitting alone in the fading light
Memories come to me here tonight
With the wonderful scent of the big red roses.
Memories come as the daylight fades
Down on the hearth where the firelight dozes;
Flicker and flutter the lights and shades,
And I see the face of a queen of maids
Whose memory comes with the scent of roses.
Visions arise of a scent of mirth,
And a ball-room belle who superbly poses --
A queenly woman of queenly worth,
And I am the happiest man on earth
With a single flower from a bunch of roses.
Only her memory lives tonight --
God in his wisdom her young life closes;
Over her grave may the turf be light,
Cover her coffin with roses white
She was always fond of the big white roses.
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Such are the visions that fade away --
Man proposes and God disposes;
Look in the glass and I see today
Only an old man, worn and grey,
Bending his head to a bunch of roses.
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The life that I have
Is all that I have
And the life that I have
Is yours
The love that I have
Of the life that I have
Is yours and yours and yours.
A sleep I shall have
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I guess it doesn't matter now..
All the tears I'll ever cry
Every time I lost my breath
as a little piece of me would die
But I just kept on clinging as my
world came crashing down..
hugging you even tighter
when I heard the crashing sound..
But I guess it doesn't matter now..
You're long gone and I'm alone
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Go forth and be brave;
Go forth knowing you will have eternal life, and not the grave;
Go forth believing that Jesus is with you always;
So go forth and spread His Word far and wide.
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rain,
the mildew you smell in the morning,
after a night of pouring,
and when it starts misting,
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Ive been able to experience,
i real heartbreak this week,
I dont think Ive ever actually had one,
I feel incomplete,
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Baby I'm a greedy man
And just like a dog
I don't never
Get enough
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Annabel, sweet Annabel, her innocence was
A shadow which later became realized sin
They say that opposites draw beauty to the beast
If her purity and good sense could entice someone
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by Freeyad Ibrahim
Do not forbid a certain behaviour
Whereas you yourself do the same
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God's will persevere;
And His Love will alway endure;
With God's Grace always near;
His Son, my Savior, will always be there;
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God is my Friend, and will be to the End;
Jesus is Savior, and walks with me wherever I tread;
To follow God is something you should never dread;
God is my Friend, and I will praise His name until it is time to rest;
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Praise Gods name on high;
Shout His name day and night;
Keep faith in Him, and know Peace within the din;
Let God under your guard, and He will Love you with all His Heart.
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I heard the leaf say to the Maple tree branch,
'You've matured me well. Now it is time
for me to go.
Soon, the wind will send me off to only
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Birds fly in the sky
Trying not to die
Flying above the clouds
Catching dinner
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It cometh, O yea!
Slinkingly slowly.
It cometh, really!
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The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer
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Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
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Indoors by technology, outdoors by speedy transport
I travel the world
Today in Japan, tomorrow in Rome,
Next day by an ancient civilization or in Hawaii or Coast Ivory,
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The Peace Warrior Of Mzansi, among heroes - a colossus!
Sun Of The Nation; A rare gift of Providence.
Once, entangled in the web of racist succubus;
Unruffled he declares before High Justice:
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If you die before me
I would jump down into your grave
and hug you so innocently
that angels will become jealous.
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No earthquake, no thunder, no volcanic eruption
Or even there was not any of other natural calamities,
A sudden loud sound broke out all through the bush
With whizzing, shuddering, cracking, tearing, echoing,
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Pounds of pain punctured my progress
Tons of trouble terminated my tranquility
Swarms of stress subtracted my substance
My heart exploded like a thousand thunders
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As you see universally
There is a great fall
Let love stretch its hands being universal
To love and teach us to love all,
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Rappelle-toi Barbara
Il pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest ce jour-là
Et tu marchais souriante
Épanouie ravie ruisselante
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TO AMARANTHA; THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVELL HER HAIRE.
I.
Amarantha sweet and faire,
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you put this pen
in my hand and you
take the pen from you put this pen
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On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
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"Come, pretty birds, present your lays,
And learn to chaunt a goddess praise;
Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be
Employ'd to serve her deity:
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If you had the choice of two women to wed,
(Though of course the idea is quite absurd)
And the first from her heels to her dainty head
Was charming in every sense of the word:
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A little while, a little while,
The weary task is put away,
And I can sing and I can smile,
Alike, while I have holiday.
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Long ago the Gladiators,
When the call to combat came,
Marching past the massed spectators,
Hailed the Emp'ror with acclaim!
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