The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold;
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.
Our freedom as free lances
Advances towards its end;
The earth compels, upon it
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Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one
And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh on
I tried to call them back but unbidden they are gone
Far away from heart and eye and for ever far away
Dear heart and can it be that such raptures meet decay
I thought them all eternal when by Langley Bush I lay
I thought them joys eternal when I used to shout and play
On its bank at 'clink and bandy' 'chock' and 'taw' and
ducking stone
Where silence sitteth now on the wild heath as her own
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MOTLEY I count the only wear
That suits, in this mixed world, the truly wise,
Who boldly smile upon despair
And shake their bells in Grandam Grundy's eyes.
Singers should sing with such a goodly cheer
That the bare listening should make strong like wine,
At this unruly time of year,
The Feast of Valentine.
We do not now parade our "oughts"
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The night has been long,
The wound has been deep,
The pit has been dark,
And the walls have been steep.
Under a dead blue sky on a distant beach,
I was dragged by my braids just beyond your reach.
Your hands were tied, your mouth was bound,
You couldn't even call out my name.
You were helpless and so was I,
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I want to live in a world in which people won't tolerate
the murdering of innocent women and children,
where they'll insist it stop immediately,
without compromise, whatever the costs,
and where the leaders of the free world won't turn a blind eye
because Russia has oil or they're afraid of nuclear war,
but act on principle, with the courage of their convictions.
And I want to believe in an American public willing to stand for what is right,
however expensive, inconvenient, or far away,
and a NATO alliance determined to defend
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72 innocent lives got sacrificed,
Those mothers are forever agonized.
What was the fault of those innocent one,
Wearing school dress, getting shot by gun.
In other countries police saves,
But in our police murders and depraves ,
Someone in protest was hiding,
While news media were misguiding.
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For heaven’s sake,
Let me roll like tumbleweed —
Freely and frequently,
Having balls,
By night or day,
Now and then,
On the surface of the earth,
Smooth or bumpy,
Flat or rolling,
Paved eternally with freedom,
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De vrijheid
om jezelf te zijn
zit in stilte,
in een blik zonder oordeel,
in stappen die je zelf kiest
zonder uitleg,
zonder schaamte.
No keys at the door,
only open hands
and rooms filled with breath.
The walls do not listen,
they welcome.
Time forgets itself
between the linen and the light.
Names are left at the threshold,
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The earth is worn beneath cautious steps,
a path carved by hope and hunger.
Branches claw at the skin,
but they cannot turn the soul back.
Every rustle in the dark
holds the weight of decision,
to move,to breathe,to wait.
Silence becomes a kind of prayer.
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