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| the poet: the poem e.e. cummings "X" is 5: Two my sweet old etcetera aunt lucy during the recent war could and what is more did tell you just what everbody was fighting for, my sister isabel created hundreds (and hundreds)of socks not to mention shirts fleaproof earwarmers etcetera wristers etcetera,my mother hoped that i would die etcetera bravely of course my father used to become hoarse talking about how it was a privilege and if only he could meanwhile my self etcetera lay quietly in the deep mud et cetera (dreaming, et cetera,of Your smile eyes knees and of your Etcetera |
| the song: the lyrics pete yorn "lose you" musicforthemorningafter i'm take a ride off to one side it is a personal thing. where? when i can't stand up in this cage i'm not regretting. i don't need a better thing i'll settle for less. it's another thing for me, i just have to wander through this world alone. stop, before you fall into the hole that i have dug here rest, even as you are starting to feel the way i used to. i don't need a better thing just to sound confused. don't talk about everyone, i am not amused by you. cos i'm gonna lose you. yes, i'm gonna lose you. if i'm gonna lose you; cos i'm gonna lose you yes, i'm gonna lose you. if i'm gonna lose you, i'll lose you now for good. |