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... grass,
Got fired by a fried chicken ass!
All in a small town, Napanee.
You know I always stay up without sleepin',
And think to myself,
Where do I belong forever,
In whose arms, the time and place?
Can't help it if I space in a daze,
My eyes tune out the other way,
I may switch off and go in a daydream,
In this head my ... |
| 2007-06-20 20:54:26 |
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Nightwish - Nightwish
Oh, setting Sun,
Thy red rays maketh me cry.
They remind me of the one
Whose love awaits me in the sky.
A bridal bed awaits us both
After the landscape of death I cross.
Before my sorrows I must die,
Nightwish I send through the starlit sky.
The voice of nightly winds has awakened me,
Amidst a... |
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| 2007-06-07 19:36:47 |
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... are ready to defend the victims of anti-Semitic attacks.
In doing so, you have, at the same time, caused great harm to another part of your constituency that hauls from Hungary. Whose name and reputation you sullied with your baseless allegations.
You should know that the incumbent government of Hungary, the successor of the erstwhile Communists, constricts d... |
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| 2007-01-30 14:48:54 |
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... have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream- that holy dream,
While all the world were chi... |
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| 2007-01-25 23:31:14 |
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... of commitment fell, In pieces on the ground
Oh to ride the wind, To tread the air above the din
Oh to laugh aloud, Dancing as we fought the crowd
To seek the man whose pointing hand, The giant step unfolds
With guidance from the curving path, That churns up into stone
If one bell should ring, in celebration for a king
So fast the hea... |
| 2006-11-17 17:40:51 |
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... with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed
Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear
But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear
Oh, oh.
Oh, I been flying... mama, there ain't no denyin'
I've been flying... |
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