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| Администратор | Дата: Среда, 09.10.2013, 23:24 | Сообщение # 1 |
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THE DAFFODILS; OR, I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD
by: William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of the bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
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| Администратор | Дата: Воскресенье, 13.10.2013, 12:32 | Сообщение # 2 |
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THE DAFFODILS; OR, I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD
by: William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of the bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
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| Администратор | Дата: Понедельник, 21.10.2013, 23:03 | Сообщение # 3 |
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BY THE ARNO
by: Oscar Wilde
ТHE oleander on the wall
Grows crimson in the dawning light,
Though the grey shadows of the night
Lie yet on Florence like a pall.
The dew is bright upon the hill,
And bright the blossoms overhead,
But ah! the grasshoppers have fled,
The little Attic song is still.
Only the leaves are gently stirred
By the soft breathing of the gale,
And in the almond-scented vale
The lonely nightingale is heard.
The day will make thee silent soon,
O nightingale sing on for love!
While yet upon the shadowy grove
Splinter the arrows of the moon.
Before across the silent lawn
In sea-green vest the morning steals,
And to love's frightened eyes reveals
The long white fingers of the dawn.
Fast climbing up the eastern sky
To grasp and slay the shuddering night,
All careless of my heart's delight,
Or if the nightingale should die.
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| Администратор | Дата: Понедельник, 21.10.2013, 23:04 | Сообщение # 4 |
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“You have been used by someone else…”
You have been used by someone else
But there is something good at bottom:
Your glassy hair casting spells,
Your weary eyes tired out in autumn.
The autumn age! Well, for my part,
I like that more than youth, I know it,
You’re how much better to the heart
And fascination of the poet.
I never tell a lie at heart.
And to the call of ostentation
I’ll say without hesitation:
Farewell to squabble, booze and that.
It’s time to stop this rugged trick.
I’ve been so stubborn. That’s the limit!
My heart has had a kind of drink
That sobers up the blood and spirit.
September knocks upon my pane
With willow branches showing crimson,
I have to be prepared again
For the arrival of the season.
I now put up with many things,
Without loss, or stress or bounds.
My Russian land has changed, it seems,
So are the houses and burial grounds.
Look around, seeing through,
And here and there everywhere
The only one for whom I care,
Are you, my friend, and sister, too.
You are the only one whom I,
Perfecting drawbacks of a sinner,
Will sing about roads, - oh my!-
The parting life of misdemeanour.
by Sergey Yesenin
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| Администратор | Дата: Понедельник, 21.10.2013, 23:04 | Сообщение # 5 |
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Life
(By Charlotte Bronte)
LIFE, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall?
Rapidly, merrily,
Life's sunny hours flit by,
Gratefully, cheerily,
Enjoy them as they fly!
What though Death at times steps in
And calls our Best away?
What though sorrow seems to win,
O'er hope, a heavy sway?
Yet hope again elastic springs,
Unconquered, though she fell;
Still buoyant are her golden wings,
Still strong to bear us well.
Manfully, fearlessly,
The day of trial bear,
For gloriously, victoriously,
Can courage quell despair!
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| Администратор | Дата: Понедельник, 21.10.2013, 23:04 | Сообщение # 6 |
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Still I rise by Maya Angelou
you may write me down in history
with your bitter, twisted lies,
you may trod me in the very dirt,
but still, like dust, I'll rise
does my sassiness upset you?
why are you beset with gloom?
'cause I walk like I've got oil wells
pumping in my living room
just like moons and like suns
with the certainity of tides
just like hopes, springing high,
still, I'll rise
did you want to see me broken?
bowed head and lowered eyes,
shoulders, falling down like teardrops
weakened by my soulful cries
does my hautiness offend you?
don't you take it awful hard,
'cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
diggin' in my own back yard
you may shoot me with your words,
you may cut me with your eyes,
you may kill me with your hatefulness,
but still, like air, I will rise.
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| Администратор | Дата: Понедельник, 21.10.2013, 23:04 | Сообщение # 7 |
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If Every Time
I'll never forget the way you looked
When I saw you there that night;
The way that you just seemed to glow
In the warm and gentle light.
If every time you crossed my mind
A drop of rain should fall,
We could swim on forever
In the greatest ocean of them all.
If every time I was proud of you
A flower bloomed anew,
I could walk on eternally
In a garden next to you.
If every time I craved your lips
A star was placed in sight,
Darkness would never fall upon
Our love of endless light.
If every time you touched my heart
A bell would somewhere chime,
We could listen ‘till the end of days
To the music that’s yours and mine.
My love and heart are yours…
Every time.
by Jamie Tyler
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| Администратор | Дата: Понедельник, 21.10.2013, 23:04 | Сообщение # 8 |
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| Администратор | Дата: Понедельник, 21.10.2013, 23:05 | Сообщение # 9 |
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Работа ошибочно размещена дважды под 9 и 14 номером
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| Администратор | Дата: Понедельник, 21.10.2013, 23:05 | Сообщение # 10 |
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The Gathering – Souvenirs
Jump in heat
Plunge to your truth
Agree with your youth
Consider defeat
Part and part
And separate
We will
Brand new paths
In ways to soothe
Never disagree with your youth
Part of your heart
Will separate
It will
The gift of your life
All what was concealed
No skin-deep a dive
Your childhood revealed
You jump in heat
Plunge to your start
Don't underestimate
You're own point of view
Don't part your art
Or hesitate
Your will
You peel all the layers of forever
You start the beginning of the end
Breathing is bridging the gap
Between black and light
And now you feel alive!
And now you learn to dive you know!
Breathing is bridging the gap
Between black and light
Jump in heat
Plunge to your truth
Agree with your youth
Consider defeat
Part and part
And separate
We will
Brand new paths
In ways to soothe
Never disagree with your youth
Part of your heart
Will separate
It will
The gift of your life
All what was concealed
No skin-deep a dive
Your childhood revealed
You jump in heat
Plunge to your start
Don't underestimate
You're own point of view
Don't part your art
Or hesitate
Your will
You peel all the layers of forever
You start the beginning of the end
Breathing is bridging the gap
Between black and light
And now you feel alive!
And now you learn to dive you know!
Breathing is bridging the gap
Between black and light
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| Администратор | Дата: Понедельник, 21.10.2013, 23:05 | Сообщение # 11 |
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Winter: A Dirge
BY ROBERT BURNS
The wintry west extends his blast,
And hail and rain does blaw;
Or, the stormy north sends driving forth
The blinding sleet and snaw:
While tumbling brown, the burn comes down,
And roars frae bank to brae;
And bird and beast in covert rest,
And pass the heartless day.
The sweeping blast, the sky o’ercast,
The joyless winter-day,
Let others fear, to me more dear
Than all the pride of May:
The tempest’s howl, it soothes my soul,
My griefs it seems to join;
The leafless trees my fancy please,
Their fate resembles mine!
Thou Pow’r Supreme, whose mighty scheme
These woes of mine fulfil,
Here, firm, I rest, they must be best,
Because they are Thy will!
Then all I want (O, do Thou grant
This one request of mine!)
Since to enjoy Thou dost deny,
Assist me to resign.
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| Администратор | Дата: Понедельник, 21.10.2013, 23:05 | Сообщение # 12 |
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Afton Water
BY ROBERT BURNS
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Thou stock-dove, whose echo resounds thro' the glen,
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,
Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear,
I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair.
How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills,
Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills;
There daily I wander as noon rises high,
My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye.
How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below,
Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow;
There oft, as mild Ev'ning sweeps over the lea,
The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.
Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides,
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,
As gathering sweet flowrets she stems thy clear wave.
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
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| Администратор | Дата: Понедельник, 21.10.2013, 23:05 | Сообщение # 13 |
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Fear No More
Fear no more the heat o' the sun;
Nor the furious winter's rages,
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages;
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney sweepers come to dust.
Fear no more the frown of the great,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke:
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.
Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Nor the all-dread thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan;
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.
No exorciser harm thee!
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
Quiet consummation have;
And renowned be thy grave!
William Shakespeare
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| Админ | Дата: Понедельник, 28.10.2013, 18:02 | Сообщение # 14 |
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Alexander Blok
I know your face so well, my fair,
It feels like you have lived with me.
At home, at parties, - everywhere
Your dainty look is what I see.
Your footsteps follow me wherever
I go or happen to be in.
Somebody chases me as ever
Isn't it you , - the one I mean?
It's you who flashes by, my fair,
The moment I am at the door,
Invisible, and light as air,
Like an amazing dream I saw.
I saw you in the graveyard, dear,
You sat in silence, looking blue,
A maid in cotton kerchief here,
I wonder, was it really you?
I came up closer, you were sitting,
As I approached you went away.
When by the river you were singing
The bells responded with a play.
The sound of ringing filled the air
I waited humbly and I cried...
Behind the sound of chimes, however,
Your voice had faded out and died.
And in a while I hear no answer.
The kerchief flashes up ahead.
I sadly hope there is a chance that
Some day we'll see each other yet.
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| Админ | Дата: Понедельник, 28.10.2013, 18:02 | Сообщение # 15 |
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Christopher Morley
The trees
The poplar is a French tree,
A tall and laughing wench tree,
A slender tree, a tender tree,
That whispers to the rain ---
An easy, breezy flapper tree,
A lithe and blithe and dapper tree,
A girl of trees, a pearl of trees
Beside the shallow Aisne
The oak is a British tree,
And not at all a skittish tree,
A rough tree, a tough tree,
A knotty tree to bruise,
A drives-his-roots-in-deep tree,
A what-I-find-I-keep tree,
A mighty tree, a blighty tree,
A tree of stubborn thews.
The pine tree is our own tree,
A grown tree, a cone tree,
The tree to face a bitter wind,
The tree for mast and spar---
A mountain tree, a fine tree,
A fragrant turpentine tree,
A limber tree, a timber tree,
And resinous with tar!
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| Админ | Дата: Понедельник, 28.10.2013, 18:03 | Сообщение # 16 |
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And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.
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| Админ | Дата: Понедельник, 28.10.2013, 18:03 | Сообщение # 17 |
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'
(E.A. Poe)
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| Админ | Дата: Понедельник, 28.10.2013, 18:05 | Сообщение # 18 |
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The Daffodils
I wander'd lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed – and gazed – but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
(William Wordsworth)
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| Админ | Дата: Понедельник, 28.10.2013, 18:06 | Сообщение # 19 |
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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;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream — and not make dreams your master;
If you can think — and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: «Hold on!»
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings — nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And — which is more — you’ll be a Man, my son!
(Rudyard Kipling)
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| Администратор | Дата: Вторник, 29.10.2013, 21:14 | Сообщение # 20 |
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My fancy by Lewis Carroll.
I painted her a gushing thing,
With years about a score;
I little thought to find they were
A least a dozen more;
My fancy gave her eyes of blue,
A curly auburn head:
I came to find the blue a green,
The auburn turned to red.
She boxed my ears this morning,
They tingled very much;
I own that I could wish her
A somewhat lighter touch;
And if you ask me how
Her charms might be improved,
I would not have them added to,
But just a few removed!
She has the bear's ethereal grace,
The bland hyaena's laugh,
The footstep of the elephant,
The neck of a giraffe;
I love her still, believe me,
Though my heart its passion hides;
"She's all my fancy painted her,"
But oh! how much besides!
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| Администратор | Дата: Вторник, 29.10.2013, 21:15 | Сообщение # 21 |
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Rudyard Kipling. "If"
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:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can force your heart, you nerve, you sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son
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Bob Dylan – If Not For You
If not for you,
Babe, I couldn’t find the door,
Couldn’t even see the floor,
I’d be sad and blue,
If not for you.
If not for you,
Babe, I’d lay awake all night,
Wait for the mornin’ light
To shine in through,
But it would not be new,
If not for you.
If not for you
My sky would fall,
Rain would gather too.
Without your love I’d be nowhere at all,
I’d be lost if not for you,
And you know it’s true.
If not for you
My sky would fall,
Rain would gather too.
Without your love I’d be nowhere at all,
Oh! what would I do
If not for you.
If not for you,
Winter would have no spring,
Couldn’t hear the robin sing,
I just wouldn’t have a clue,
Anyway it wouldn’t ring true,
If not for you.
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| Администратор | Дата: Вторник, 29.10.2013, 21:15 | Сообщение # 23 |
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Martin Lee Gore - Piece
I'm leaving bitterness behind
This time I'm cleaning out my mind
There is no space for the regrets
I will remember to forget
Just look at me
I am walking love incarnate
Look at the frequencies at which I vibrate
I'm going to light up the world
I'm leaving anger in the past
With all the shadows that it casts
There is a radar in my heart
I should have trusted from the start
Just look at me
I'm a living act of holiness
Giving all the positivity that I possess
I'm going to light up the world
Peace will come to me
Just wait and see
Peace will come to me
It's meant to be
Peace will come to me
Just wait and see
Peace will come to me
It's an inevitability
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| Администратор | Дата: Вторник, 29.10.2013, 21:15 | Сообщение # 24 |
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Adam Levin - She will be loved
Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there
To help her
She always belonged to someone else
I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow
I want more
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn't matter anymore
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn't matter anymore
It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along, yeah
My heart is full and my door's always open
You can come anytime you want
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| Администратор | Дата: Вторник, 29.10.2013, 21:15 | Сообщение # 25 |
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Betrayal
It’s hard to breathe
When you are sold.
And lies entirely wreathe
And nights are very cold.
Relieve, begin new life!
Oh, it’s so desired!
But how it is so rife
When man is mired.
And people suffer from betrayal
Which is surround us.
It seems to be trivial
When public around fuss.
The most important thing
Is to remain a man,
Not be a godless king,
But be successful then.
There’re plenty thoughts in my head
And feelings in my heart
And wacky past is definitely dead,
But nameless present starts.
Remember one important rule:
That happy people live a real time
And you will not see any fool
And people’ll have a clean mind like I’ll.
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