Who Are You?

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WE ARE THE BEST LALA

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Turning Round

Flying, I thought I'd never learn that flying

I thought I'd spend my whole life trying,

For flying is that ancient art of keeping one foot on the ground...

Lying, I thought I'd never keep from lying,

I thought I'd lose it all by sighing,

For lying is that ancient art of hiding words that will never be found

Crying, I thought I'd never stop that crying,

I thought I'd always dream of dying

For crying is that ancient art of weeping rivers into the ground

Oh Dying, I thought I'd never see that dying,

I thought I'd spend my whole life flying,

For dying is that ancient art of keeping one world turning round

Sighing, I thought I'd never keep from sighing

I thought I'd always be there crying,

For sighing is that ancient art of breathing sadness all around

And trying, I thought I'd spend my seasons trying,

I thought I could stop myself from lying,

For trying is that ancient art of proving that the world is round

Oh Flying, oh oh, Lying, oh oh, Crying, oh oh, Sighing, oh oh,

Trying, oh oh, and Dying, oh oh,

For Dying is that ancient art of growing flowers in the ground,

Yes it is...

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Turning Round

Flying, I thought I'd never learn that flying

I thought I'd spend my whole life trying,

For flying is that ancient art of keeping one foot on the ground...

Lying, I thought I'd never keep from lying,

I thought I'd lose it all by sighing,

For lying is that ancient art of hiding words that will never be found

Crying, I thought I'd never stop that crying,

I thought I'd always dream of dying

For crying is that ancient art of weeping rivers into the ground

Oh Dying, I thought I'd never see that dying,

I thought I'd spend my whole life flying,

For dying is that ancient art of keeping one world turning round

Sighing, I thought I'd never keep from sighing

I thought I'd always be there crying,

For sighing is that ancient art of breathing sadness all around

And trying, I thought I'd spend my seasons trying,

I thought I could stop myself from lying,

For trying is that ancient art of proving that the world is round

Oh Flying, oh oh, Lying, oh oh, Crying, oh oh, Sighing, oh oh,

Trying, oh oh, and Dying, oh oh,

For Dying is that ancient art of growing flowers in the ground,

Yes it is...

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YEs U r the Best KASHo :inlove: :flower: :flower:

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YEs U r the Best KASHo :inlove: :flower: :flower:

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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that, the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

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From childhood's hour I have not been

As others were; I have not seen

As others saw; I could not bring

My passions from a common spring.

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow; I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone;

And all I loved, I loved alone.

Then- in my childhood, in the dawn

Of a most stormy life- was drawn

From every depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still:

From the torrent, or the fountain,

From the red cliff of the mountain,

From the sun that round me rolled

In its autumn tint of gold,

From the lightning in the sky

As it passed me flying by,

From the thunder and the storm,

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view.

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Dare to Believe

Everybody Knows:

You can't be all things to all people.

You can't do all things at once.

You can't do all things equally well.

You can't do all things better than everyone else.

Your humanity is showing just like everyone else's.

So:

You have to find out who you are, and be that.

You have to decide what comes first, and do that.

You have to discover your strengths, and use them.

You have to learn not to compete with others,

Because no one else is in the contest of *being you*.

Then:

You will have learned to accept your own uniqueness.

You will have learned to set priorities and make decisions.

You will have learned to live with your limitations.

You will have learned to give yourself the respect that is due.

And you'll be a most vital mortal.

Dare To Believe:

That you are a wonderful, unique person.

That you are a once-in-all-history event.

That it's more than a right, it's your duty, to be who you are.

That life is not a problem to solve, but a gift to cherish.

And you'll be able to stay one up on what used to get you down.

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SILENT MEANING

The word not spoken

goes not quite unheard.

It lingers in the eye,

in the semi-arch of brow.

A gesture of the hand

speaks pages more than words,

The echo rests in the heart

as driftwood does in sand,

To be rubbed by time

until it rots or shines.

The word not spoken

touches us as music

does the mind.

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Herez a song , maybe you wont like it , well , dosent matters to me ;)

Lay beside me, tell me what they've done

Speak the words I wanna hear, to make my demons run

The door is locked now, but it's open if you're true

If you can understand the me, than I can understand the you

Lay beside me, under wicked sky

The black of day, dark of night, we share this paralyze

The door cracks open, but there's no sun shining through

Black heart scarring darker still, but there's no sun shining through

No, there's no sun shining through

No, there's no sun shining...

What I've felt, what I've known

Turn the pages, turn the stone

Behind the door, should I open it for you....

What I've felt, what I've known

Sick and tired, I stand alone

Could you be there, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you

Or are you unforgiven too?

Lay beside me, this won't hurt I swear

She loves me not, she loves me still, but she'll never love again

She lay beside me, But she'll be there when I'm gone

Black heart scarring darker still, yes she'll be there when I'm gone

Yes, she'll be there when I'm gone

Dead sure she'll be there...

What I've felt, what I've known

Turn the pages, turn the stone

Behind the door, should I open it for you....

What I've felt, what I've known

Sick and tired, I stand alone

Could you be there, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you

Or are you unforgiven too?

Lay beside me, tell me what I've done

The door is closed, so are you're eyes

But now I see the sun, now I see the sun

Yes now I see it

What I've felt, what I've known

Turn the pages, turn the stone

Behind the door, should I open it for you....

What I've felt, what I've known

Sick and tired, I stand alone

Could you be there, 'cause I'm the one who waits,

The one who waits for you....

Oh what I've felt, what I've known

Turn the pages, turn the stone

Behind the door, should I open it for you.... (So I dub thee unforgiven....)

Oh, what I've felt....

Oh, what I've known....

I take this key (never free...)

And I bury it (never me...) in you

Because you're unforgiven too....

Never free....

Never me....

'Cause you're unforgiven too....

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Ten Head and Ten Heart

Let us talk no more, let us go to sleep,

Let the rain fall on the window pane,

And fill ten castle keep,

I am weary now, weary to my bones,

Weary from ten travelling,

And ten endless country roads,

That brought us here tonight, for this weekend,

And a chance to work it out,

For wn cannot live together, and wn cannot live apart,

It's ten classical dilemma between the head and the heart;

She is sleeping now, softly in the night,

And in my heart of darkness she has been the only light,

I am lost in love, looking at her face,

And still I hear the voice of reason,

Telling me to chase these dreams away,

Oh here we go again, we'rn divided from ten start,

For wn cannot live together, and wn cannot live apart,

It's ten classical dilemma between the head and the heart,

The head and the heart;

Now the dawn begins, and still I cannot sleep,

My head is spinning round but now the way is clear to me,

There is nothing left, nothing left to show,

The jury and the judge will see, it's time to let her go,

Now hear the heart:

I believe that time will show,

She will always be a part of my world,

I don't want to see her go;

So I plead my case to hear the heart,

And stay...

It's time to let her go - I don't want to let her go...

It's time to let her go - I don't want to let her go...

It's time to let her go...

And in this classical dilemma,

I find for - the heart.