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Grey eyes flicker
Cold is the weed
Worn out shoes
Air full of grief
It is you now
Stuck within
Soul is burning
No chance to win
What have you done to the game
Was it a victory, a shame
Where have you gone
Before morning dew
The game will not end
Without you
Ears of lost minds
Luke and torn
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... ain't scared of your brother
i ain't scared of no sheets
i ain't scared of nobody
girl when the goin' gets mean
Protection for gangs clubs and nations
causing grief in human relations
it's a turf war on a global scale
i'd rather hear both sides of the tale
see it's not about races just places faces
where your blood comes from is w... |
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... the dance hall of our last Autumn
Your look's so faithful, so brave...as you feel our common pain
Our lives and love now in a single stream...the stream of our last Autumn's
grief
Together we lived our lives...and together we will leave...
It shall be the final tie of our bloody seal...
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... from the ceiling all alone
All pressure is falling from her
Seeing guilt has taught her guilt she's raised on disbelief
Merely twenty beautiful but with a taste for grief
She has learnt all that there is to know about hopelessness
Seeing that no effort in this world can stand her test
"Over!" she cries through rope ends and silk ties ... |
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... the landscape of death I cross.
Before my sorrows I must die,
Nightwish I send through the starlit sky.
The voice of nightly winds has awakened me,
Amidst all the grief they embrace me with relief.
Beneath my dreams and wishes
I long for thy caresses.
A bridal bed awaits us both,
After the landscape of death I cross.
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... moon,
“Yes."
It doesn't interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know
or how you came to be h... |
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Answer me, it can't be so hard
Cry to relieve what's in your heart
Desolation, grief and agony
Trying to move
down in this grave
Trying to believe in every faith
As another bridge to clarity
Want to stay another way
Take another chance
to find a distant sanity
and turn your pain in truth
Take another chance... |
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... kings
He got a second wife and you didn't agree
He got up and left you there all alone
I'm sorry that you had to do it on your own
I'm sorry that I went and added to your grief
I'm sorry that your son was once a thief
I'm sorry that I grew up way to fast
I wish I would of listened and not be so bad
I'm sorry that your life ... |
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... don't name the dead.
Everyone who loses somebody, wants a revenge on God, if they can't find anyone else. But in Africa, in Matobo, the Ku belive that the only way to end grief is to save a life.
If someone is murdered, a year of mourning ends with a ritual that we call the Drowning Man Trial. There' an all-night party beside a river. At dawn, the kille... |
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... kings
He got a second wife and you didn't agree
He got up and left you there all alone
I'm sorry that you had to do it on your own
I'm sorry that I went and added to your grief
I'm sorry that your son was once a thief
I'm sorry that I grew up way to fast
I wish I would of listened and not be so bad
I'm sorry that your life turned... |
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Samantha Walker házidolgozata
Quentin Fields egy kosárlabdajátékos volt. Egyben valakinek a fia, valakinek a testvére, a csapattársa és barátja volt. Nem ismertem Quentin Fields-et. Úgy vélem már nem is fogom. Gondolkoztál már azon, hogy mi lenne, abdajátékkoslki lenneis fogomieolko Nem ismerodppeti..s... |
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124. Find Me a Rainbow (3/13/1986)
125. Who is Don Luis Higgins, and Why is He Doing These Terrible Things to Me? (3/20/1986)
126. A Little Bit of Luck, A Little Bit of Grief (4/3/1986)
127. Photo Play (4/10/1986)
Season 7 (22 epizodes)
128. L.A. (10/1/1986)
129. L.A. (Part II) (10/1/1986)
130. One Picture is Worth (10/8/1986) |... |
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... Hungary.
The dolls name's are :Silence baby. It guard the peace and the hapiness of the family . It laugh or sleep if there's a peace and hapiness, and crying if there's a grief.
The pig root out the fortune for the family in the new year, and the candle brings the light.
Thanks your good wishes and I'm goning to wish the bests for you ... |
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... meaning in Hungary.
The dolls name's are :Silence baby. It guard the peace and the hapiness of the family . It laugh or sleep if there's a peace and hapiness, and crying if there's a grief.
The pig root out the fortune for the family in the new year, and the candle brings the light.
Thanks your good wishes and I'm goning to wish the bests for you and your fami... |
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... leave us alone!)
Disgrace (For shame!)
(Traitor, go back with your own!)
He asked for trouble the moment he came
(See you later, agitator!)
Born in grief
Raised in hate
Helpless to defy his fate
Let him run
Let him live
But do not forget what we cannot forgive
And he is not one of us
He has never b... |
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... day
What you gonna do?
Everybody love a hero, honey
Living on a danger line
Saved by, saved in the nick of time
Yeah, saved in the nick of time
Lose sleep, get grief
Some day get no relief
Quick punch, closed eye
You didn't knew it and you wonder why
Lynch mob on your tail
Think they were searching for the holy grail
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... cotton
Oh Lawdy, pick a bale a day
On top of old Smokey, all covered with snow
I lost my true lover by courting so slow
For courting's a pleasure and parting is grief
And a false hearted lover is worse than a thief
On top of old Smokey, all covered with snow
I lost my true lover by courting to slow
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... lordy
Pick a bale a day
On top of old Smokey
All covered with snow
I lost my true lover
By courting so slow
For courting's a pleasure
And parting is grief
And a false-hearted lover
Is worse than a thief
On top of old Smokey
All covered with snow
I lost my true lover
By courting so slow
Well, yo... |
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On top of old smokey
All covered with snow
I lost my true lover
By courting so slow
For courting's a pleasure
And parting is grief
And a false-hearted lover
Is worse than a thief
On top of old smokey
All covered with snow
I lost my true lover
By courting so slow
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