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And I got patches on the patches
On my old blue jeans
Well they used to be blue
When they used to be new
When they used to be clean
But I've got a Momma whose a hummer [and I've got a mama, whose a hummer]
Whose keeping me alive [[just] keepin' me alive]
While I'm in the band doing drinking with the boys [while I'm doin' ... |
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... million
And i got patches on the patches
On my old blue jeans
Well they used to be blue
When they used to be new
When they used to be clean
But i've got a momma whose a hummer [and i've got a mama, whose a hummer]
Whose keeping me alive [[just] keepin' me alive]
While i'm in the band doing drinking with the boys [while i'm doin' ... |
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... ever let go - oh no, no, no.
You, you have your own special way,
Of turning the world so it's facing
The way that i'm going. don't ever
Don't ever stop.
Whose seen the wind not you or i,
But when the ship moves she's passing by.
Between you and me i really don't think,
She knows where she's going at all.
You, you have ... |
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... fell.
When last the winds of Heaven were unbound.
Oh, ye! who have your eyeballs vexed and tired,
Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea;
Oh ye! whose ears are dinned with uproar rude,
Or fed too much with cloying melody---
Sit ye near some old Cavern's Mouth and brood,
Until ye start, as if the sea nymp... |
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... it changeless! such our claim;
So answered,—Never more!
XIV.
Simple? Why this is the old woe o' the world;
Tune, to whose rise and fall we live and die.
Rise with it, then! Rejoice that man is hurled
From change to change unceasingly,
His soul's wings never furled!... |
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... is
Mr............... Nationality............Age.......... Account
Number...........It is a great pleasure to write you Sir in regards to the
information pass across to me by one Miss
Faith whose father's name is late Dr Luckcas Morgan the father has an account
Number SCB 026004093 in your Bank. Miss Faith Morgan in several
occasion has communicated wi... |
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... (Ode to the West Wind in Hungarian)
Ode to the West Wind (English)
I.
O Wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stric... |
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... traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,... |
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... true
I wish I had the courage
To tell you face to face
But I could wait forever
For the perfect time and place
We all live such elaborate lives
We don't know whose words are true
Strangers, lovers, husbands, wives
Hard to know whose loving who
Too many choices tear us apart
I don't want to live like that
Too ... |
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... delight
That arrived overnight.
And here they come to play their magic games
Carving names upon your frozen hand.
Here in a world of your own,
Like a sleeper whose eyes
Sees the pain with surprise
As it smothers your cries
Theyll never never know.
Hey theres a snowman
Hey, hey what a snowman
Pray for the snowman... |
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