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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=417430" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Lot</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sitting in a bar alone I thought<br>Pour me a drink to drown the pain I bought<br>My mind played a tape in my memory lot<br>All that has been will not be forgot<br>Life is hard, had been the plot<br>Take me home, this life is naught <br>For what purpose, have wars been fought<br>And to what end, have I been brought<br>The past is past, think on it not<br>The past quietly laid his bed in my memory's parking lot<br>Joy is rare and pain I've bought, yet here I'm brought<br>My summer's cold, and winter hot<br>Days are lonely, nights' the same plot<br>David was a girl's dream, and now he's walked<br>To where I know, to whom I know not<br>But one thing's sure, we were good, now all is lost<br>Time was mine, and memories caught<br>But who am I without you in my hut<br>Just a while I had a smile, to retain it with life I fought<br>What is this and all this hurt<br>I look around and always a stupid question blurt<br>'Are you happy? ', I keenly sought<br>'What's happiness? ', they asked and blocked<br>The beauty of eyes are sadness cut<br>The beauty of ashes are the lessons taught<br>The war of the mind are the talking thoughts<br>Phoenixes born, from ashes burnt<br>'Drink your drink', the barboy lurked<br>'Are you happy? ', I pierced his eyes for soul distort<br>He broke and cried, I wondered 'now, what? ! '<br>Dad left and mom's alone, pregnant with the fourth<br>No food, no roof, no clothes, no pot <br>'What is life? ', he sorely besought<br>I closed my eyes and tried to connect the dots<br>Not all deserved what they got<br>Diamonds from pressure, bleeding tempered by God's clot<br>Phoenix from ashes, hath the maker wrought<br>When life be tough, err with God<br>And when death be mean, heaven will be your lot<br>With glass still full, my eyelids popped<br>The barboy starred and wondered what<br>Kind of mind his heart had spot<br>Up I got<br>Life is God's<br>And live I must!  </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jenim+Dibie">Jenim Dibie</a><div class=q>
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Pour me a drink to drown the pain I bought
My mind played a tape in my memory lot
All that has been will not be forgot
Life is hard, had been the plot
Take me home, this life is naught 
For what purpose, have wars ..."></div>
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