This crowd did not diminish through the whole of that cold, wet day; they seemed not to know what was to by their fate since their great benefactor was dead, and though strong and brave men wept when I met them.
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My Benefactor of Love
You just gotta know,
You're the benefactor of love.
You just gotta believe,
You're the benefactor of love.
If you do not see it...
Or make its presence known,
It might just up and leave.
You're the benefactor of love.
If you do not know it...
You're the benefactor of love.
If you don't believe...
You're the benefactor of love.
Just as a consequence,
It might just straddle a fence.
To never, ever please.
Blindly!
You just gotta know,
You're the benefactor of love.
You just gotta believe,
You're the benefactor of love.
If you do not see it...
Or make its presence known,
It might just up and leave.
Misery.
Why can't you be my...
Benefactor of love.
Why can't you be,
My benefactor of love.
Why can't you be my...
Benefactor of love.
Why can't you be,
My benefactor of love.
Just as a consequence,
It might just straddle a fence.
To never, ever please.
Be my benefactor of love.
Why can't you be my...
Benefactor of love.
Why can't you be,
My benefactor of love.
Just as a consequence,
It might just straddle a fence.
To never, ever please.
My benefactor of love.
O oh, yeah!
Be my benefactor of love.
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O oh, yeah!
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My benefactor of love.
Oooohhh yeaheeee.
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Oooohhh yeaheeee.
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My benefactor of love.
Ooow.
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Ooow.
My benefactor of love.
Oooweee.
My benefactor of love.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Oh, Ye Dead!
Oh, ye Dead! oh, ye Dead! whom we know by the light you give
From your cold gleaming eyes, though you move like men who live,
Why leave you thus your graves,
In far off fields and waves,
Where the worm and the sea-bird only know your bed,
To haunt this spot where all
Those eyes that wept your fall,
And the hearts that wail'd you, like your own, lie dead?
It is true, it is true, we are shadows cold and wan;
And the fair and the brave whom we loved on earth are gone;
But still thus even in death,
So sweet the living breath
Of the fields and the flowers in our youth we wander'd o'er,
That ere, condemn'd, we go
To freeze 'mid Hecla's snow,
We would taste it a while, and think we live once more!
poem by Thomas Moore
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Brave Little Soldier
Im a brave little soldier
I must be bold and strong
A brave little soldier
And I must carry on
Im a brave little soldier
A brave little soldier
Im a brave little soldier
I must fight, I must win
Im a brave little soldier
Through hell and back again
Im a brave little soldier
A brave little soldier
Per rum, pum, pum
Per rum, pum, pum
Per rum, pum, pum, pum, pum
Ye though I am marching through the valley filled with fear
My steps are sure and sturdy and my aim is straight and clear
The enemy is stalking me just waiting for the kill
Like david slewed galiath
I will claim this battle field
Im a brave little soldier
I must do what I can
Im a brave little soldier
And I must take a stand
Im a brave little soldier
A brave little soldier
Marching, marching onward
Searching out the light of truth
I did not start the war
But its a battle I cant lose
Faith will be my armor
And love my sword and shield
I must defeat the enemy
I will, I will, I will
A brave little soldier
I must be bold and strong
A brave little soldier
And I must carry on
A brave little soldier
A brave little soldier
Im a brave little soldier
A brave little soldier
Brave, little soldier
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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We Need Fear For Survival
Of valour on the battlefield and in other ways we hear
But only the most foolhardy one would never know of fear
We need fear for survival may they rest in peace the brave
Their reward for their bravery the cold and darkness of the grave.
We need fear for survival the very brave are dead
And little use to them 'twould seem if good things of them are said
We need a bit of fear in us in order to stay alive
Few of the brave to a ripe old age have been known to survive.
I'd rather live to a ripe old age than have died young and brave
We need a bit of fear in us for to keep cheating the grave
Why would you even wish to die though your better days are long gone
Our will to live is always strong and it keeps us keeping on.
The fear of death is a healthy fear the brave seem to die young
Though of no use to the deceased if their praises are sung
In their graves they do never hear the bugler for them play
They lay in peace forever more that's life as some might say.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Destiny of Fate
Dressed in white
She is beautiful
She blushes beneath her veil
Surrounded by friends and family
Her eyes sparkle
Not with joy
Not with love
But with tears
She holds her head high
Brave and strong
She will meet her Fate
For he is her groom
Today, she will wed Fate
No other man will have her
She could have had another
But she did not
She was too proud
So now she is alone
She will have no one
No one but Fate
Now she belongs to him
poem by Melody Estrella
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Love Not Hate Sestina
I'm so glad that I found you my love
You must have been sent to me from above
You have taught me to never hate
Our lives entwined, it must be fate.
You and yours, I'll always cherish
Even after I shall perish
Us not being one, is a thought I perish
The nights are better with you my love
Our days together I will always cherish
My favorite times, watching the stars above
Is this our destiny, or is it just fate
The nights without you, I will always hate
Devotion is so much better than hate
These feelings I have, shall never perish
Our lives together, such a great fate
Shall this diminish, never my love
Only if the moon falls from above
Shall I stop loving the woman that I cherish
To adore, to care, to want and to cherish
These feelings are here to deny that I hate
Anything that lives on the earth or above
My heart sinks, when I see one perish
Your influence is that strong, my love
And from now on you determine our fate
I'm not sure what has decided my fate
But I must accept that fact and cherish
The knowledge that I have been given your love
To keep within my heart and never hate
The others in your life, before they perish
Because they too, were sent from above
Sometimes my heart soars in the clouds above
Never denying this grand glorious fate
Hoping that it will stay and not ever perish
Of this my Lord, I pray you will cherish
Our relationship, and not allow hate
To interrupt this wondrous time, with my love
I beseech the Lord above, to help me to always cherish
Our time, for it taught me, my fate is to adore, and never hate
Even after I do perish, you'll be my very essence, my love
poem by J.B. LeBuert
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Plus and minus
The brave reign over slaves;
Slaves submit to the brave.
The strong prevail on the weak;
The weak succumb to the strong
Woman is brave.
Man is strong.
Both rule each other.
one mentally and
the other physically.
Harmony wheels
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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To R A A
Was it not a great end?
Wrote your Philip, with a story
Of a great deed, a great death--
Not foreseeing his own glory
And his budding laurel-wreath--
In the last words he should send.
Philip's followed Alan's lead.
They are gone into the night
With the great heroes of old,
With the stars, the stars they are bright;
They are warm; they are not cold.
They live: they are not dead.
But the silence aches. O friend
In the darkness, cold and stricken,
For anodyne, antidote,
Tell your dead heart, that it quicken,
The last words that Philip wrote:
'Was it not a great end ?' A great end!
poem by Katharine Tynan
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Wise Men
When wise men walk the skies of light
And naught but dreamers know it’s late
Let strong hands guide you through the heights
And know in time- come my fate
When brave men trudge the mountains rough
And dwellers smell the eerie break
The knowing sense is but enough
To summon all- come my fate
Sad men will fall upon their knees
And mourners know not what to make
Take comfort in the warmth and peace
And know the truth- know my fate
poem by Justine Olsen
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Your Closest Friends Are Dead
Look, fate is a finicky clamor.
Fate is a remote island,
Where nobody can reach
For the road to fate,
Is as jagged as the treachery
Of a thief as thick as blood.
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Look, serendipity is dead.
It does not muse over your oceans,
It does not fly within your air spaces,
It does not burst in the eve of new year,
Serendipity calcified, serendipity is perverse,
It does not light up aglow in each verse,
Serendipity is your God, my God,
His God, Her God, that does not show itself.
(Sorry for the blasphemy.)
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Look, the silence exists
Between the persnickety fate
And dead serendipity,
Silence, my only friend,
The cold hands of danger,
The pretense of forever,
As if bound by one fate alone,
That we never find one, only ourselves,
But then, the strongest men
Are the most alone,
Starved from the skin, hollowed bones
Silence, a scream as thin as ice,
Deafening, none would suffice.
poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr
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Prelude - Tristan And Isolde
Fate, out of the deep sea's gloom,
When a man's heart's pride grows great,
And nought seems now to foredoom
Fate,
Fate, laden with fears in wait,
Draws close through the clouds that loom,
Till the soul see, all too late,
More dark than a dead world's tomb,
More high than the sheer dawn's gate,
More deep than the wide sea's womb,
Fate.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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The Fates
The Lady`s Three, The Fates
Daughters of fair Goddess Night
Three aspects of the moon in flight
The Moerae, phases of thy lunar dates
First by name is Clotho
'Spinner of the Thread of Life'
Maiden fate of waxing light
Lissom love not doleful
The second Fate by name, Lachesis
'The measurer of Life`s Thread Length'
The burnished white, in full moon`s strength
Nymph fate of sanguine blood is
The third Fate by name, Atropos
'The cutter of The Thread'
The crone Fate of the dead
The waning moon, sends Banshee`s of apropos
Zeus`s folly claim, of siring these Fates three
And command of thy delegations
His mendacity, met him relegation
For even he, couldst not flee, The Fates that be
Oh! Parthenogenous Daughters
Of great Lady Necessity
The Strong Fate o`er land, sky and sea
I`ll await, The White Robed Fates, when my time abates
poem by Steve Trimmer
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Coroner's Day
A torn shirt smeared in red
On the table calmly sleeps the dead
Strewn around are organs and the heart
Incredible to imagine them as the departed’s part!
Useless as they are now experimental blocks
Drained of life heedless to the clocks
No love no emotion in the cold dim room
Is living natural or more so is doom?
Reeking of the dead eerie scissors sweep
One by one they cut strong and deep
Dismembering the lover cutting through the brave
But no show of courage when the abode is grave!
Drying bloods of passion drip from the dead
The once living corpse on the table goes fade
With no words or voice feelings blown away
He could at last make the coroner’s day!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Old Ireland
FAR hence, amid an isle of wondrous beauty,
Crouching over a grave, an ancient, sorrowful mother,
Once a queen--now lean and tatter'd, seated on the ground,
Her old white hair drooping dishevel'd round her shoulders;
At her feet fallen an unused royal harp,
Long silent--she too long silent--mourning her shrouded hope and
heir;
Of all the earth her heart most full of sorrow, because most full of
love.
Yet a word, ancient mother;
You need crouch there no longer on the cold ground, with forehead
between your knees;
O you need not sit there, veil'd in your old white hair, so
dishevel'd; 10
For know you, the one you mourn is not in that grave;
It was an illusion--the heir, the son you love, was not really dead;
The Lord is not dead--he is risen again, young and strong, in another
country;
Even while you wept there by your fallen harp, by the grave,
What you wept for, was translated, pass'd from the grave,
The winds favor'd, and the sea sail'd it,
And now with rosy and new blood,
Moves to-day in a new country.
poem by Walt Whitman
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We owe a deep debt of gratitude to Adam, the first great benefactor of the human race: he brought death into the world.
quote by Mark Twain
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She Was Hot
New York was cold and damp
TV is just a blank
Looks like another dead end Sunday
What about an early night
Monday never feels so bright
Ooh the sheets feel cold and lonely
Who wants to brave the pouring rain
For a glass of French champagne?
Well grab a cab
song performed by by Rolling Stones from Under Cover
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Hate
I had a bitter enemy,
His heart to hate he gave,
And when I died he swore that he
Would dance upon my grave;
That he would leap and laugh because
A livid corpse was I,
And that's the reason why I was
In no great haste to die.
And then - such is the quirk of fate,
One day with joy I read,
Despite his vitalizing hate
My enemy was dead.
Maybe the poison in his heart
Had helped to haste his doom:
He was not spared till I depart
To spit upon my tomb.
The other day I chanced to go
To where he lies alone.
'Tis easy to forgive a foe
When he is dead and gone. . . .
Poor devil! Now his day is done,
(Though bright it was and brave,)
Yet I am happy there is none
To dance upon my grave.
poem by Robert William Service
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Terrified of Me...
Do you know,
know how it feels?
No of course not,
how could I expect,
someone to understand it all,
understand the fear,
the pain
it's so much.
You've yet to discover,
that we all hold fear
within ourselves,
but you don't yet get it,
do you?
I'm not who I claim to be,
I'm not strong through the pain,
I'm not brave through the fear,
I'm just not!
I don't know,
where or when,
I'll finally realize it,
realize that I need help,
that I need someone,
to call my strength.
We all need someone like that...
Someone to be strong
when we are weak,
someone to be brave
when we want to run and hide.
I've never said this before,
but I know deep down inside it's true,
I'm scared to know,
who I really am.
I'm scared to know who
I'll be.
I don't want to know her,
that person that is staring
at me in the mirror.
She frightens me!
I know that she
knows what she's doing
I know that she,
will be the best that she can.
But I'm not like that.
I'm not wise,
or strong
or brave
or anything of that sort,
I'm just me....
a terrified being...
Terrified of me...
poem by Katherine Bryce
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None But The Brave
Tonight down on union street
Im thinkin back, baby, to you and me
To the way you used to be
And your words come back to me
From passing cars
Their voices sing out
In empty bars where guitars ring out
Wed be the lucky one to get out
You said, none baby but the brave
No one baby but the brave
Oh strong enough to save something
From what they gave
None baby but the brave
No one baby but the brave
Now in dreams these nights I see you my friend
The way you were back then
Ah, on a night like this
I know that girl no longer exists
Except for a moment in some strangers eyes
Or in a nameless girl
In cars rushin by
Thats where I find you tonight
And in my heart it still survives
To none, baby, but the brave
No one baby but the brave
Oh strong enough to save
Something from the love they gave
Yeah, none baby but the brave
No one baby but the brave
Now tonight once more I search
Every face on that crowded floor
Looking for I dont know what for
Something that aint there no more
Theres a girl standin by the band
She reminds me of you
And I asked her to danceas the drummer counts his play
I take her hand and we move away
And tonight, now Ill see old friends
Caught in things they got no chance to win
Just gettin beaten, and then playin again
till their strength gives out
Or their hearts give in
Whos that man who thinks
He can decide whose dreams will live
And who(se) shall be pushed aside
Did he ever walk down this streets at night
And looked into the eyes
Baby, of none, baby, but the brave
No one baby but the brave
No, none baby but the brave
No one baby but the brave
No one baby,no one but the brave
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Right Dead Back On It
I've got a burning desire It feels like a fire burning deep in my soul
You know it's out of control I feel the temperature rising I think I'm
capsizing Going out of my brain I think I'm going insane
I wanna be the crick in your neck, trip in your step Face in the crowd that
you never forget You're never gonna get rid of me Have to be removed
forcably I made it my mission tonight Scoping your vibe Getting some digits
in the 4 1 5 Don't want someone to make love to me I just friends and
then we'll see
Right Dead Back On It I know where you belong And you just keep me holding
on Right dead back on it I'm feeling you so strong So tell me how
could this be wrong
Just go to work on me I'll go to work on you
Definitely a fatal attraction Chemical Reaction But how many times have
I been fed this kind of lie You need a certain kind of man You need to
have the upper hand I do not think they understand I am not
through with my demands
I need personality please Intellectual breeze Ease of conversation, not
a sexual tease Somebody devoted to me Stacked with sincerity
But you don't know me But I know what it feels Take a chance on something
baby Show me how you feel
Right dead back on it I know where you belong And you just keep me holding
on Right dead back on it Feeling you so strong So tell me how
could this be wrong
Just go to work on me I'll go to work on you
I wanna be the crick in your neck, trip in your step I need personality
please Intellectual Breeze Take a chance on something baby
Show me how you feel
You don't know me I'd Like to get to know you
Get to know me
Get to know me
Get to know me
Get to know me
Right dead back on it I know where you belong And you just keep me holding
on Right dead back on it Feeling you so strong So tell me how could
this be wrong
Right dead back on it I know where you belong And you just keep me holding
on Right dead back on it Feeling you so strong So tell me how could
this be wrong
You Don't Know Me I Don't Know You
Get to know me
Get to know me
Get to know me
Get to know me
Get to know me
Get to know me
Right dead back on it I know where you belong And you just keep me holding
on Right dead back on it Feeling you so strong So tell me how could this....
song performed by by Darren Hayes
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