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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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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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