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Post by sgtpepper on Jun 27, 2007 9:37:53 GMT 12
Once in the dream of a night I stood Lone in the light of a magical wood, Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang; And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang, And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed, And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
Lone in the light of that magical grove, I felt the stars of the spirits of Love Gather and gleam round my delicate youth, And I heard the song of the spirits of Truth; To quench my longing I bent me low By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
-Sarojini Naidu
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Post by Suzie on Jun 29, 2007 9:59:42 GMT 12
That's beautiful Sgt
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Post by keriana on Aug 16, 2007 14:29:52 GMT 12
Shadow and Jimmy were always yesterday's news Jimmy's a bowler, Shadow rents out his green bowling shoes Late Friday night when the bars are all shuttered and dark He shadows back Jimmy to the lot in the lost trailer park For shadow and Jimmy all the weekends end up the same If it's Saturday night, then it must be the hockey game After cold beer and barbecued ribs the night is complete With wrestling stories and elegant bones That are tired of walking and on their way home
[Chorus:] And they talk about the women And they look at the girls They'll never know the ways of the world They've got a mouthful of much obliged And a handful of gimme And the love for each other Of Shadow and Jimmy
For Shadow and Jimmy now the story is told There's nothing to hold on to and no one to hold Men without women are like fish without water to swim in With their eyes bugging out They flop on the beach And look up at the girls Who are just out of reach
( Was not was )
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