"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
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She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
As you travel on life's way
With its many ups and downs,
Remember it's quite true
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
To love another with all of your heart
Can be seen as a work of art.
I feel so heavy, really tired of what
I'm carrying right now.
I wanted to howl an
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
There once was this girl.
She had the most beautiful face.
Her eyes shone like di
