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I don’t need a diamond ring, And I don’t need a castle in Rome, I only want one thing: For you to carry me home....

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Once upon a time on the sands she thought she found true love then one day he went his way what was she dreaming of now she walks the shoreline alone along the low water mark searching for seashells on her own from sunrise until dark at the end of the tunnel there's always a light a ray of hope...

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Visiting the small town of my youth, I longed to find lost moments of truth. I tried to find the hope left behind, Time and young days are hard to unwind. I never forgot this town, or names. Time changed it, yet it is still the same. The difference is time has erased All the moments of our time and place. Buildings where...

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Hush now, the hills lean close in, cradling the town in green-field arms. The houses huddle, blinking from night lit rooms, beneath a dawn that warns shepherds of storms, As I lay me down in the lay of land I love. This is the land that knew me, before it had my name, before it lay me down, to sleep in lay...

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More than a few drops of disdain, tangled up hair clogging the drain. Getting heated I cannot abstain that is my bane, that is my bane. This one little thing set me off, the pipes and I in a standoff. That old tub can come off tough, a sluggish cough, a sluggish cough. ...

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1969 MY FIRST GRADE FIELD TRIP TO ABRAHAM LINCOLN HOME SPRINGFIELD ILLINOIS TOMB MY FIRST GRADE CLASS CHIOR WAS INVITED TO SING CIVIL RIGHTS HYMNS MARIAN ANDERSEN HYMNS SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE A MOTHERLESS CHILD THIS WAS AFTER MARTIN LUTHER KING ASSASSINATION SADLY MY IMPOSTER JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY MY STALKER MY IDENTITY ATTEMPTED TO...

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Today I’m grateful for something my parents taught me long ago.… grateful it was taught to me…grateful I still know: That wherever I end up in life… no matter where I roam, If I’m surrounded by my family and friends… then that place…is my home. ...

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Come  Home I dislike Israel, but I accepted her as a historic happening and a place where Jewish culture can flourish undisturbed by foreign culture, and thus can sink into navel-gazing. But it cannot be so Europe without Jews and the Jews without Europe`s culture is a script of a disaster not yet written. We in Europe need the Jews as scientists,...

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Sping is where it all begins Before the universe came on the scene Then shortly the summer appears And drive out all the fear The mornings were fresh and clean And clean air from far and near Floats gentle on the stream And the ingredients from the sun Soaked my flesh with its heavenly breath And the pipes of sorrow quickly fade away And...

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Calling over a blurry video, As much emotion as static would allow, Natheless I knew you missed me; your kiddo I can see it in your eyes and wrinkles now. Ever since I boarded the plane for distant lands, Venturing zealously for a better life Excitement eclipsed the price of my plans; Repenting now I didn’t kiss goodbye. Recalling sweat and all the...

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With pure light, you cannot see. With pure darkness, you cannot see. With both, you will see the beauty of life surrounding you. Mountains, Sea, sky, and life will sing knowing your truth. Now, your journey begins through the night stars and space. Your soul now remembers this loving, unknown embrace. You are home, welcomed in love as you swirl in...

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White clouds furl into the day A veil o'er the celeste sky Where Christ is taken away Our heavenly home draws nigh ...

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I woke up on the mattress placed in our living room. I found a cat in my house—it’s the size of a Shiba, and its fur a vibrant orange, with stripes raven dark. I said to my mother, “What an odd looking cat.” She...

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Love is like faith; we follow it like a prayer. We cannot see it, yet we feel it, like God above. We can feel the pleasure of its warm, loving flow. It makes our whole life light up with joy. Making us leap for joy within. It leaves a mark on our life, that we carry...

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Beautiful day, rainy, cloudy, cold, and a bit windy Just walking between the graves, my witnesses Alone, of course. To be. Best. One way. Element Loved this place. Here, everyone is loved. Home The last home. On Earth. In this world. A church No. The church is gone. Walk. It’s a funeral garden. A living death garden. Pure happiness. Down love –...

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