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every thought multiplies…
and manifests
the saddest scene of our gilded youth.
as if god stood on my chest,or the world declared a war quietly,
every thought multiplies...and manifests
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your face,
the vibrant lights,
youth in the flesh.
how pleasant the momentas our lips collide
as if i rest on your patient lips
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I always thought it was you,
But now it seems i was wrong.
All the moments we had,
Do they do mean a lot?
I always thought it was you
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IT is Christmas, and the sunshine Lies golden on the fields,
And flowers of white and
Yonder fragrant creeper yields
Like the plumes of some bold warrior,
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All my thoughts always speak to me of love,
Yet have between themselves such
That while one bids me bow with mind and sense,
A second saith, "Go to: look thou above";
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I've something of the bull-dog in my breed,
The spaniel is developed somewhat less;
While life is in me I can fight and bleed,
But never the chastising hand caress
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Arise, my soul, on wings enraptur'd,
To praise the monarch of the earth and skies,
Whose goodness and benificence
As round its centre moves the rolling year,
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Here at the world's end the cold winds are beginning to blow
What messageshave you for me, my master
When will the poor wandering goose arrive
Therivers and lakes are swollen with autumn's waters
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'Tis a wicked world we live in;
Wrong in reason, wrong in rhyme;
But no matter: we'll not give
While we still can come to time
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If I walk the noisy streets,
Or enter a many thronged church,
Or sit among the wild young generation,
I give way to my thoughts
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It ought to be plain how little you gain by getting excited and vexed
You'll always be late for the previous train, and always on time for the next
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Through flocks of mountains, myriad valleys, I arrive in Jingmen,where Ming-fei was born and bred--* the village is still there
Once she left the crimson terraces, there was nothing but endless desert;only her evergreen grave is left to face ...
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Coleridge received the Person from Porlock And ever after called him a curse,
Then why did he hurry to let him in
He could have hid in the house
It was not right of Coleridge in fact it was wrong (But often we all do wrong) As the t...
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They in their cruel traps, and we in ours,
Survey each other’s rage, and pass the hours Commiserating each the other’s woe,
To mitigate his own pain’s fiery glow
Man could but little proffer in exchange Save that his cages have a la...
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AT wondrous noise is heard around
Through heaven exulting voices sound,
A mighty army marches
By thousand millions follow'd, lo,
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Jade frost bites the maple treesand Wu Mountain and Wu Gorge breathe out dark fearas river waves rise up to the skyand dark wind-clouds touch ground by a frontier fortress
The chrysanthemums have twice bloomed tears of other days,
When I...
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