Song 1

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    Life is not only misery-it is a virtual means to be. So be noone bad gets the control.

    Song 1

     The gates that people share as they rise up in the air
    Will never get a piece of what's inside of me

    I set out from my room to walk the streets of rock and bone
    Never wanting any more of their silences

    So make me a fountain filled with high spirits
    Make me a firefly
    Give me a love that lasts more than a minute

    But we all go down--Under the water
    Along with the town that is crying
    Never more to explore anothers life living
    Sitting with stangers and talking 

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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