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In a whirlwind of trepidation Ensure your time spent well Not gazing into a solemn Abyss And idling in a clear blue hell

Oh captain, my captain Where have thou been For we have lived so much In a world with grievous sin Oh captain, my captain What troubles we've Bo..

I love that sun struck city Of meter-less rickshaws and crowded trains Of dosa and sambar and idils' In scorching summers and flooding rains I l..

If we get to 29 and you are not my wife I could get down on one knee And ask you really nice If we get to 30 and you are not my spouse I'd put o..

Must it be Must it be as is written Oh I think I've forgotten How this symphony should feel It should feel It should feel It..

She's the zephyr of the gentle night She creeps upon my feelings slow I fear my ways may cause her fright For the best of me, she wil..

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned Nor heaven a saint, like a man reborn, Stars hath no twinkle, than a lover's first eye As Ear..

Gather your moral conscience Raise your crumpled spine Free your mind of every credence Reflect upon your issued time Prepare your rem..

Oh how much, I'd like to be Seated beneath a wild oak tree And while away my time till June When leaves are green and blue are moons ..

He said, that he was pining, For those years before his time Where the songs were sung much sweeter, And manna would taste of wine ..