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No one can know the potential,
Of a life that is committed to win;
With courage - the challenge it faces,
To achieve great success in the end

I've come by, she says, to tell youthat this is it
I'm not kidding, it'sover
this is it
I sit on the couch watching her arrangeher long red hair before my pulls her hair up andpiles it on top of her head-she lets her eyes look atmy ...

Your image looms into my mind, Like castle in the air. Your words still whisper to my heart Like winds into the lonely lair. I still remember those eyes and hair You have adorned with stars and lights. All tenderness and dreamy beauty, I still so ...

Be your words made, good sir, of Indian ware, That you allow me them by so small rate
Or do you cutted Spartans imitate
Or do you mean my tender ears to spare, That to my questions you so total are
When I demand of Phœnix Stella's s...

A vase upon the mantelpiece,   A ship upon the sea,
A goat upon a mountain-top   Are much the same to me;
But when you mention melon jam,   Or picnics by the creek,
Or apple pies, or pantomimes,   I love to hear you speak

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself But if your love and must needs have desires,
Let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook That sings its melody to the night
To know the pain of too much tenderness

(Comus
) Your hay it is mow'd, and your corn is reap'd; Your barns will be full, and your hovels heap'd: Come, my boys, come; Come, my boys, come; And merrily roar out Harvest Home
(Chorus
) Come, my boys, come; Come, my boys, come;...

Rana, to me your slander is sweet
Some praise me, some blame me
Igo the other way
On the narrow path,

Take my armand keep up your promise
They call you the refugeless refuge,they call you redeemer of outcasts
Caught in a riptidein the sea of becoming,without your support I'm a shipwreck
You reveal yourself age after ageand free the ...

The curve of your eyes embraces my heartA ring of sweetness and dancehalo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,
And if I no longer know all I have lived
It’s that your eyes have not always been mine
Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding
Even as the stone of the fruit must break,that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of...

your tears taste like ocean, your sweat smells like rainyour body is sounds like drum
your eyes may recover or cause frightful pain
and only your shit never lie