I've finished life's chores assigned to me,
So put me on a boat headed out to sea.
Please send along my fishing pole
For I've been invited to the fishin' hole.
Where every day is a day to fish,
To fill your heart with every wish.
Don't worry, or feel sad for me,
I'm fishin' with the Master of the sea.
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You gave me your heart in my hands
“Keep it safe”, you said
I held it tight with my nails
As you watched, it bled
-S
O camp of flowers, with poplars girdled round,
Gray guardians of life's soft and purple bud!
O silver spring, beside whose brimming flood
My pensive childhood its Elysium found!
O happy hours by love and fancy crowned,
Whose horn of plenty flatteringly subdued
My heart into a trance, whence, with a rude
And horrid blast, fate came my soul to hound!
Who was the goddess that empowered you all
Thus to bewitch me? Out of wasting snow
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If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
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I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: 'Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear --
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
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You gave me your heart in my hands
“Keep it safe”, you said
I held it tight with my nails
As you watched, it bled
-S
Mellow musuc, soft
fills souls with peace and gladness
and hearts sing along
For the soul is very deep
Storing ever, endless song
The first one is for laughter
And infinite romance.
For smiling and for hugging
For giving me a chance.
The second is for hope;
And longing for tomorrow.
She opens up this heart
Whenever we face sorrow.
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She stared out the window, rain falling softly to the ground outside.
Her hands danced swiftly across the piano's keys as the music rang throughout the house.
Her heart was in the music, and so was her soul.
Raw and unfeigned, something she needed in her life.
Her fingers played the words she could not form.
The fire crackled to her side as it mixed with the piano, creating the sound of the house.
Alone but not lonely, she played for hours.
Breaking her heart with one song and stitching it back together with another.
She let her mind run and her thoughts clear until it was one stream of consciousness going into the music lying in front of her feet, all that she would and could ever feel.
She felt alive, and she felt free.
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I was a famous conductor, and performing beautiful music was my joy,
As diamond sunshine, to pervade darkness, finds any means to employ.
Music had long been a part of me, in that I sang long before conducting,
Like the famed adult bluebird choirs, lead the songs they are instructing.
My much loved work kept me busy. Still, I loved every precious moment,
As wild, crazy, summer colors dash afar, with no cries of encroachment.
But I had a personal favorite song, which I loved more than any other,
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