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we have to go If I lie in your arms, one more time Tonight, Can we pretend That this is yesterday, Not the end? Can we act, for a while, like you're mine, Despite The fact that we both know That tomorrow You will go? If I cry, can we snatch the seconds back That we lost? Can we believe That you don't Have to leave? I can feel the last moments are nearly, Nearly gone. And then, we both know, I will turn; And you'll have to let go. All the days, all our dreams, went so fast Out of mind. Did we forget Everything we meant to do? The tears we wept? We fought; did we lose the best parts Of our love? We both know That, whatever the truth, Tomorrow we have to go. |
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1/2/2009 10:21 pm |
This is so beautiful it's one of those that brings tears of joy and pain. That tomorrow we really have to let go.... [I God is pure love...
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This is so beautiful it's one of those that brings tears of joy and pain. That tomorrow we really have to let go.... there is always tommorow
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prolonging the inevitable
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hmmm... why i didn't come up with this?
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better ... and get hurt than not to ... at all
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eventful new year for you Princess
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i thought the songwriters are the poets the singers only give voice to their thoughts but then again, some are blessed with both talents
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50/50 writing a poem is like writing a song one can even sing a poem how i wish i could sing
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Where are the secrets, the faith and the passion? Money and business are now in the fashion. There is no romance, there is no love, there are no bird songs in the skies above. There is no green grass, no forests and flowers, only shriveling deserts and pale fading colors. Cables and wires are strangling us tight, smog hides the stars, you can’t see them at night. There is much science, but not enough wisdom, too many battles, but not enough freedom. Wise man, and prophets and heroes are vanishing, everything good is perished and banishing. Dragons, elves, fairies are facing extinction even kids don’t want to read that old fiction. Undiscovered lands are no longer remaining from adventures and brave feats everyone is abstaining. There is no justice and no human rights, no satisfaction, only body delights. Compassion and virtue are not common today should be greedy and shameless if you want to stay. There is no hope and no joy, you can find only sadness in these poor human souls, lost in the madness. God stays in darkness, forgotten and blind,
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i don't mind being left (a little bit) behind at least i could see what is happening before me
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1/7/2009 7:22 am |
please...release me let me go awooooo!!! t'is the song of the convicts
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i thought it's one of videoke/karaoke classic along with my way by ole blue eyes
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please...release me let me go awooooo!!! t'is the song of the convicts i know what you mean
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ya i know (i was referring to the song(s) not the singer(s)
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i always joke that humpy is a clone of tommy maybe for some people is not evident but for me it is
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half? oh boy, i wonder how the other half looks like almost swoon over the krishna story till i read the punch line
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i like the hippie looks (of women) colourful long flowing hair draping skirts bra-less skinny very summery reminds me of the most important thing in the world FREEDOM
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most of my blogs i wrote in dazed (and confused) often times i can't understand my thoughts
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what i really want to say (if i may) is:if that's already half of your life, there is so little then? but of course you can debate me on this it's just a personal point of view
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can a hippie relate to a gypsy?
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happened here a lot
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wondering though about my earlier blog(s) and your memory
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just once?
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bruha in our language means witch faithhealer is i think "albularyo" or quack doctor
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i would like to be a hobo/vagabond but i guess it's too dangerous for a woman (i know there are)
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