PASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you, You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me, as of a dream,) I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you, All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured, You grew up with …
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There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so. Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none. This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is …
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Dad, you’re like the sun to me, a sure thing, always there, beaming light and warmth on my life. Whatever is good in me today, I owe to your wisdom, your patience, your strength, your love. You taught me by example, as a role model, how to be my own person, how to believe in myself, instructing me without controlling …
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London Bridge Is Falling Down London Bridge is broken down, Falling down, falling down. London Bridge is falling down, My fair lady. Build it up with wood and clay, Wood …
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Three Kings came riding from far away, Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar; Three Wise Men out of the East were they, And they travelled by night and they slept by …
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London Bridge Is Falling Down London Bridge is broken down, Falling down, falling down. London Bridge is falling down, My fair lady. Build it up with wood and clay, Wood …
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Three Kings came riding from far away, Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar; Three Wise Men out of the East were they, And they travelled by night and they slept by …
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Lord, are there roses in your garden On the shores of jubilee Would you pick a dozen of your best And deliver them for me? For you see, today is …
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London Bridge Is Falling Down London Bridge is broken down, Falling down, falling down. London Bridge is falling down, My fair lady. Build it up with wood and clay, Wood …
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A single flower he sent me ,since we met all tenderly his messenger he chose; deep-hearted, pure with scented dew still wet one perfect rose. I knew the language of …
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