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how like spring is a newly loved heart
fresh and light with new buds
waiting to form from words
spoken by the sun

how like summer is a heart that endures love
warmth feeds its passions
allowing it to bloom into some rare
and exotic orchid

how like autumn is a heart in pain
it withers and dies slowly
like leaves on a tree
waiting to fall

how like winter is a lonely heart
it knows no sunlight nor warmth
without warmth it turns to ice
bitterly cold and lifeless.

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The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, Nor the kindly smile nor the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when they discover that someone else believes in them and is willing to trust them.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Yet each man kills the thing he loves, by each let this be heard, some do it with a bitter look, some with a flattering word. The coward does it with a kiss, the brave man with a sword!

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Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
Ni Le Bien Qu’on M’a Fait, Ni Le Mal
Tout Ca M’est Bien Egal
Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
C’est Paye, Balaye, Oublie, Je Me Fous Du Passe

Avec Mes Souvenirs J’ai Allume Le Feu
Mes Shagrins, Mes Plaisirs,
Je N’ai Plus Besoin D’eux
Balaye Les Amours Avec Leurs Tremolos
Balaye Pour Toujours
Je Reparas A Zero

Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
Ni Le Bien Qu’on M’a Fait, Ni Le Mal
Tout Ca M’est Bien Egal
Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
Car Ma Vie, Car Me Joies
Aujourd’hui Ca Commence Avec Toi

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good one tommy :wink:

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fifteen years ago today
i held you in my arms
you had sunlight for your hair
and sapphires for your eyes
and an air about you
clear, pure and fresh
your laughter was my sunshine
you tears were my rain
and id relive every moment
just to hear them once again
you will never truly know
the joy that i have felt
because of the memories you’ve given
and the love for you i’ve kept

for my little girl

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Baby, I’ve been waiting,
I’ve been waiting
Night and day
I didn’t see the time,
I waited half my life away
There were lots of invitations
And I know you sent me some,
But I was waiting
For the miracle,
For the miracle to come

I know you really loved me
but, you see,
my hands were tied
I know it must have hurt you,
it must have hurt your pride
to have to stand
beneath my window
with your bugle
and your drum,
and me I’m up there waiting
for the miracle,
for the miracle to come

Ah I don’t believe you’d like it,
You wouldn’t like it here
There ain’t no entertainment
and the judgements are severe
The Maestro says it’s Mozart
but it sounds like bubble gum
when you’re waiting
for the miracle,
for the miracle to come

Waiting for the miracle
There’s nothing left to do
I haven’t been this happy
since the end of World War II

Nothing left to do
when you know
that you’ve been taken
Nothing left to do
when you’re begging for a crumb
Nothing left to do
when you’ve got to go on waiting
waiting for the miracle to come

I dreamed about you, baby
It was just the other night
Most of you was naked
Ah but some of you was light
The sands of time were falling
from your fingers and your thumb,
and you were waiting
for the miracle,
for the miracle to come

Ah baby, let’s get married,
We’ve been alone too long
Let’s be alone together
Let’s see if we’re that strong
Yeah let’s do something crazy,
Something absolutely wrong
While we’re waiting
For the miracle,
for the miracle to come

Nothing left to do …

When you’ve fallen
on the highway
and you’re lying
in the rain,
and they ask you
how you’re doing
of course you’ll say
you can’t complain —
If you’re squeezed
for information,
that’s when you’ve got to
play it dumb:
You just say
you’re out there waiting
for the miracle,
for the miracle to come

Ah baby, let’s get married,
We’ve been alone too long…

this song will always hold special meaning for me, as will the person that first introduced me to it.

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sitting here in the morning
under a sky filled with stars
i surrender to the darkness
in spite of the early hour
you are not here
you the impossible one
but it is not such a loss
barbed wire passions cut too deeply
but excite me nonetheless
but the moon
the beauty of the silvery light
i could fall in love with it
feel the kiss of the earth
and feel the beating of my heart
with all its sour splendour
i could look into my thoughts
and unravel a million poems
like a ball of twine

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I’m not afraid of anything in this world
There’s nothing you can throw at me that I haven’t already heard
I’m just trying to find a decent melody
A song that I can sing in my own company

You’ve got to get yourself together
You’ve got stuck in a moment
And now you can’t get out of it
Don’t say that later will be better
Now you’re stuck in a moment
And you can’t get out of it

I will not forsake the colours that you bring
The nights you filled with fireworks, they left you with nothing
I am still enchanted by the light you brought to me
I listen through your ears, through your eyes I can see

And you are such a fool
To worry like you do
I know it’s tough
And you can never get enough
Of what you don’t really need now, my, oh my

You’ve got to get yourself together
You’ve got stuck in a moment
And you can’t get out of it
Oh love, look at you now
You’ve got yourself stuck in a moment
And you can’t get out of it

I was unconscious, half asleep
The water is warm till you discover how deep
I wasn’t jumping, for me it was a fall
It’s a long way down to nothing at all

You’ve got to get yourself together
You’ve got stuck in a moment
And you can’t get out of it
Don’t say that later will be better
Now you’re stuck in a moment
And you can’t get out of it

And if the night runs over
And if the day won’t last
And if our way should falter
Along the stony pass
It’s just a moment
This time will pass

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half of my life is gone and i have let
the years slip away from me and yet
not fulfilled my life’s ambitions
the aspirations of my youth to
build a tower of accomplishments
some higher ideal that would set
me apart from the humdrum
of everyday mortal lives
i look upon the city of my youth
lying below me in all is vastness
with its dim lit streets and
smoking chimney stacks
and i hear the faint sound
of life pass me by

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