A Summer Song

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When as the rye reach to the chin,
And chopcherry, chopcherry ripe within,
Strawberries swimming in the cream,
And school-boys playing in the stream;
Then O, then O, then O my true love said,
Till that time come again,
She could not live a maid.

-George Peele

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CINDY WILLIAMS GUTIÉRREZ

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a pair of stinky tennis shoes,
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If you awake to one more dreary day,

an empty heart with empty hours to kill,

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Friend
Friend

You and I are friends
You laugh, I laugh
You cry, I cry

You scream, I scr

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Dil mein dard hotho pe muskurahat ho

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Ab Kisi Ko Dekhna Nahi Tumhe Dekhne Ke Baad,

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Than we had dared to own before,
Which then we hid not;

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I think of her and our time together,

And the tears come to my eye.

I never wante

Love After Love

The time will come

when, with elation,

you will greet yourself arriving

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