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sing the song of love, I need nothing, I will sing in the ears of the
breeze, and I am sure it will take it to my beloved. |
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The Melody of Life sings in my ear...Go
walk towards Love as your time is short |
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The world to me is a dream Where things are but shadows If you see them today You won't find 'm tomorrow The world to me is a market Where every thing is bought You give and take always And profit is ever sought The world to me is a jungle Where lions and the boars All struggle for survival And this is their course The world to me is a fair Where children young and old Are moving up and down In the hot pursuit of gold The world to me is a poem Where every line is true Sadness lives with joy And laughter along with blue The world to me is hope And is the hope for tomorrow In the thought of the coming land Sailors row and row and row The world to me is a promise By dear Lord and Maker For every sadness, joy He will grant and confer The world to me is present Today and it is now No one has seen tomorrow The calf was told by cow The world to me is a story The story of you and me Of all moments we share The ups and downs we see The world to me is my love The love, nice and pure T'is filled with sacrifices Only for you; be sure The world to me is a tear Is close to me and dear But when its time over It falls and is lost forever The world to me is a mother So gentle, kind and true Who gave me all I needed In the old days and in new The world to me is lovelyT'is full of fun and joy If you learn its secret T'is a paradise, my boy The world to me is a wonder Of God's larger Design Where every thing has a meaning And its End is benign The world to me is a mirror Of what is in your mind Whatever you have inside In the outer world, you find The world to me is a bridge Which my soul has to cross Winners know the secret All other are at loss The world to me is sad When lovers are apart God bless 'm all with union Joyful living they may start The world to me is a gamble Where winning of all life Is lost in a single bid Useless is all its strife The world to me is a painter It paints the lives of men With beauty and ugliness It changes now and then The world to me is all these You tell me what you think Have I touched the truth? Or, have I reached its brink?
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