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Long ago when we were young, believing all the songs we sang,
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The street is crowded with honking taxis, run down trucks and pedestrians --
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The sky is blue, the lawns are smooth and green,
a night-time rain has freshened all the flowers.
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The joy we expected was not to be found,
returning to memory's place.
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1. Face facts - you don't need those 200 pounds to be happy.
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Let me take some time, I find it hard to disentangle me from all that's you.
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This is a quiet street despite my strife,
you give me solace with your cheery red;
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I believed he was a gift from God, but he was only a loaner.
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The darker the better, that's what I say,
its bitterness suits my mood.
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As time goes by, our lives will change and grow,
the present troubles certainly will end.
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she wants to show him that she really cares.
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The surface is the splash of troubled waters,
swells and waves and eddies roil its face;
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A desire for forms and limits overwhelms us.
Here comes the man who sees with a yellow ruler.
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The mind is an unruly dog, tearing the present with fangs --
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If love is a cycle, pedal harder and zoom straight through the drop,
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Listen, are the dawn birds singing, traffic has not yet begun;
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I see shadows in the corner, nearly out of sight,
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Words fail. What's left is just a damned cliché,
"too young to die", and "taken in his prime".
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Her thoughts repeat restrictive schemes
that circle round her aching head:
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We didn't notice it at first,
when seasons got so dry,
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I have significance: I'm "not a problem", remaining where I was, if he would look.
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How can I express the feeling I have in my heart, while knowing
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"Love is much more fundamental than any kind of thinking or believing. It is the root and basis of who you are, at the most fundamental lev
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It spread in front of me
marked with milestones:
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The faith of yesteryear has passed away,
persistent doubts and questions take its place.
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not missing someone who is not there
is simple indifference, we all know it
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A fool who lives in paradise
is unaware of all the lies
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Can lost romance resurge again,
and habitual errors be corrected?
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Sometimes I feel there is no one in the world that can hear me.
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For the bounty of creation,
let us be truly thankful;
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Within minutes the sky transformed
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remember when wind swept from mountain heights
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In maple shade the cooling breeze
that tentatively strokes the brow
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