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The
buzzard said to the pig “shall I build a sty in the sky?”
The
pig heard not a word as the buzzard flew by.
So
the buzzard t..
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I
am as old as the earth
my
soul rooted deep in time
peace
is my pillow soft as new love
As
night comes on, and the storm approaches..
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Gralhas
cor do céu, serra um pedaço meu.
Tucanos
com bicos pintados, saíra de sete cores nas plumas gravadas,
azul
..
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A
seed that had no chance
fought
against all odds
and
from it grew a mighty oak
That
harbored nesting birds
and
shaded those tha..
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When
dispair is the brightest light on the horizon,
when
you search for terror to calm your soul,
when
pain provides relief with its ..
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So
that upon a soft bed of billowy clouds I could lie, in order to hold
them togeather and keep them from floating by, should I with cords of
win..
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Feel
no alarm, when nature's arm, draws you in to her sweet absorbing
core.
Absolved
of all pain dissolved with the rain in peace and rest ..
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A
sudden jolt of pain like a nail to the brain
From
my mouth came a rotten smell, brimstone, surely this is hell
bringing
back a memory of ..
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I
am the ghost of a dream long dead,
chained
in the dungeon of your heart
A
fettered fantasy locked in your head
retained
as a mummifie..
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Only
through the eyes of insanity
can
one see behind the mind of reality
A
painted false face of vanity
covering
the mass of humanity
..
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