After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In the intensity of its fires,
There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin days
Crowned with the calm of peace, but sad with haze.
So after Love has led us, till he tires
Of his throes, and torments, and desires,
Comes large-eyed Friendship: with a restful gaze.
He beckons us to follow, and across
Cool verdant vales we wander free from care.
Is it a touch of frost lies in the air?
Why are we haunted by a sense of loss?
We do not wish the pain back, or the heat;
And yet, and yet, these days are incomplete.
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
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