Beginnings and endings
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Dis a pear seems to be pretty tasty
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Tasty watermelon that was
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Was brillig and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe all mimsy were the borogoves and the mome raths outgabe. (hehe. Lewis Carroll is amazing...)
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(I'm not sure if I know the correct meaning of this word ) outgabe through and through and silence out of reach
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Kiriwana:
(I'm not sure if I know the correct meaning of this word ) outgabe through and through and silence out of reach
(Lewis Carroll made up the word. I didn't really realize that since it wasn't a real word, it would be impossible to begin something with it.b ops: Sorry!!!) Reach for the stars Stretch up to Mars True will be the dream Balanced on a moon beam.
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beam of transcendental light Shining In On You
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You are my light For you I fight For your love is one of a kind
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Kind and sweet, My best friend, Never missing a beat, There when I need a hand. (Yay! Someone else with poetry!)
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Hand in hand we walk through memory lane For we are the only ones to blame No one pushed us We needn't a shove We just fell in love On that lovely summer's day
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day for pray and light for fight
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Fight for love Fight for freedom fight for peace
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Peace a dream like Heaven - we know it is better - we want to achieve it - dare to think it possible - ever being human - living for a dream.
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dream is you, though you are real and dream's your eyes, that's what I feel (just atempt of some poetry... ops: )
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(that was really good, Kiriwana!) Feel and love, Just like the dove, You must be free, Unlike the tree.
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(thanks, you're very kind ) tree in fields is born in flame, being lone is such a shame
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(oooh! Poetic!) Shame on them, the lonely ones, Shame on them, the naughty ones. (ha! Take that bad people of the world!)
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once (is this allowed?) they felt they'll never die, once they smiled they'll never cry (and here we go again...)
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Cry silent Cry loud Fight it with sound (I wanted in incorporate "peace" in there...but it didn't flow. )
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Sound of voices behind iron curtain leads the barking of grey dogs, they will crumble weeping lonely mountain by changing poets into frogs.
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Frogs born in the sands from far away lands, kissed thrice... find their way home, a gift without a price.