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Together Apart, One Night and Every
We wrap ourselves in neverspeak
our silence heightened by the night
to taste affections of the flesh
we meet again, we part,
them meet.
repeatedly till dawn reveals
the wrinkles of identity
then we resume our secret lives
we'll meet again, we'll part,
then meet.
Until We Meet Again
(denise rich/gen rubin)
Who would have ever thought
The day could ever come
When we would see
A love like this fall into pieces
And it hurts me to know that now til then
Ill only have these memories
And now theres no time left to pretend
And it feels like its the end
But youre always in my heart
Until we meet again
Now I have to let you go
Theres no way we can be friends
But youre always part of me
Until we meet again
Why while our love was strong
We still couldnt make it
Did time have to take our live in different directions
And it hurts cause theres no way for me to reach you
Were so far apart
When did we grow so far apart
And now theres no time left to pretend
And it feels like its the end
But youre always in my heart
Until we meet again
Now I have to let you go
Theres no way we can be friends
But youre always part of me
Until we meet again
Deep in my heart I know
Ill see you again well I dont know
Where or when.. but till then
And now theres no time left to pretend
And it feels like its the end
But youre always in my heart
Until we meet again
Now I have to let you go
Theres no way we can be friends
But youre always part of me
Until we meet again
And now theres no time left to pretend
And it feels like its the end
But youre always in my heart
Until we meet again
Now I have to let you go
Theres no way we can be friends
But youre always part of me
Until we meet again
And now theres no time left to pretend
And it feels like its the end
But youre always in my heart
Until we meet again
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Train Of Love
Train of love
Racing from heart to heart
Running late
Still in the lonely part
This train will never run me down
But only take me where Im bound
Its part of me and part of you
Ill always be a part of you
Sail along, sail along silver moon
Dont be blue
Throw shadows in my room
I know in time well meet again
We come and go that way, my friend
Its part of me and part of you
Ill always be a part of you
To love and honor til death do us part
Repeat after me
This train is never going back
When the lonesome whistle blows
No one knows, no one knows
Train of love, train of love
Train of love, train of love
Its part of me, its part of you
Train of love
song performed by by Neil Young
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Meet You There
Now you're gone
I wonder why you left me here
I think about it on and on again
I know you're never coming back
But I hope that you can hear me
I'm waiting to hear from you
Until I do
You're gone away
I'm left alone
A part of me is gone
And I'm not moving on
So wait for me
I know the day will come
I'll meet you there
No matter where life takes me to
I'll meet you there
And even if I need you here
I'll meet you there
I wish I could have told you
The words I kept inside
But now I guess it's just too late
So many things remind me of you
I hope that you can hear me
I miss you
This is goodbye
One last time
And where I go you'll be there with me
Forever you'll be right here with me
I'll meet you there
No matter where life takes me
I'll meet you there
And even if I need you
I'll meet you there
song performed by by Simple Plan from No Helmets No Pads...Just Balls
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Fragment: Is It That In Some Brighter Sphere
Is it that in some brighter sphere
We part from friends we meet with here?
Or do we see the Future pass
Over the Present’s dusky glass?
Or what is that that makes us seem
To patch up fragments of a dream,
Part of which comes true, and part
Beats and trembles in the heart?
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Blue Eden
Embracing, distorting, supporting, comforting
Convincing you, consoling you
Controlling you, destroying you
All over you
I know someday well meet again
We come and go that way my friend
Its part of me, its part of you
You feel invincible, its just a part of life
You feel invincible, its just a part of life
song performed by by Neil Young
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Goodbye In Fear, Goodbye In Sorrow,
‘Goodbye in fear, goodbye in sorrow,
Goodbye, and all in vain,
Never to meet again, my dear -’
‘Never to part again.’
‘Goodbye today, goodbye tomorrow,
Goodbye till earth shall wane,
Never to meet again, my dear -’
‘Never to part again.’
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Flows from mountain to meet sea
River long and lonely flowing in wild on stones and reefs,
like nymph in the sea running to reach its swain
at origin its water is milky and aesthetic,
changes into dirty and dark,
but it flows at its pace to meet the sea,
Its abyss allows all to become its part,
and bring joy where it pass,
River long and lonely bring life in the dry desert,
as a maiden of heaven rapture to meet sea after long wait
to become its part,
Its banks curbs its flow to change its way,
and bring it to meet the sea
as divine heart with wealth
try to give everything having no complain
even after loosing its self.
poem by Hemu Gupta
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After You
(m. masser/r. miller)
Raining again
I ought to get out from under
Sometimes I wonder
Sometimes I dont wonder at all
And as for loving again
Somewhere somebody might need me
But where would it lead me?
Id just be rising to fall
Love was easy to believe in
When you wanted me yesterday
But I couldnt feel the touch of time upon tomorrow
After you
What am I gonna be?
You took a part of me
As you were passing through
After you
How am I gonna find
The me I left behind
That Ill meet after you
Drifting again
From place to place without reason
Season to season
I just keep running away
And as for people again
Im just a girl who discovers
Now and then lovers
Who never ask me to stay
Love was easy to believe in
When I walked in the light of you
Now Im walking by myself
And all I see is darkness
After you
What am I gonna be?
You took a part of me
As you were passing through
After you
How am I gonna find
The me I left behind
That Ill meet after you
Raining again
I ought to get out from under
Sometimes I wonder
Sometimes I dont wonder at all
After you
How am I gonna find
The me I left behind
That Ill meet after you
After you
What am I gonna be
You took a part of me
As you were passing through
Raining again
Raining again
Raining again
After you
What am I gonna be
Raining again
song performed by by Diana Ross
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The Breakfast Of The Old Farts
the old farts
did meet for breakfast
of coffee and cookies
and fish and rice
and a pomelo and camote chunks
and they all fart
and part and meet again
only to fart some more
this lunchtime.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Busiest Part Of A House
The busiest part of a house,
where our hearts meet,
where the joyous moments stored,
where the love shared.
giggling heard,
tingling not allowed,
dividing the task,
sharing and caring done.
Different styles,
Different varieties,
something cold and something hot,
transfer the place warm.
The busiest part of a house is,
where our hearts meet,
where the joyous moments shared,
where the stove and dining table are kept.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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You Know What Theyre Writing About
You know what theyre writing about
Baby you know what theyre writing about
Its a thing called love down through the ages
Makes you wanna cry sometimes
Makes you feel like you wanna lay down and die sometimes
Makes you high sometimes
But when you really get in it lifts you right up
Aint it a wonderful game
Aint it a marvellous game
And when theres no more words to say about love I go
Meet me down, meet me down,
Meet me down by the river
Meet me down by the water
Meet me down by the water
Meet me down by the pylons
Meet me down by the pylons
Meet me down by the pylons
Meet me down by the pylons
Meet me, meet me, I want you to meet me - are you there
And know, know, know, know
I want you to meet me - are you there
I want you to meet me - are you there
And know, know, know, know, know
I want you to meet me
song performed by by Van Morrison
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MEET ME BY THE RIVER (The Rendezvous)
Meet me by the river tonight
Just you and me under the pale moonlight
I promise you I won’t be afraid
of the dark
Meet me by the river tonight
Just you and me, the moon and the stars
I promise I will give you my heart
There in the water
Meet me by the river tonight
Where the wind makes the water sigh
Take me to the deepest part
And I’ll show you how brave my heart
Meet me after dark, my love
By that river where they say
A year ago today two lovers drowned
© 2009 Sonya Florentino
poem by Sonya Florentino
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To A Friend of My Youth
We met in childhood—careless met,
Nor wept to think that we must sever;
We parted with no fond regret—
No tear lest we should part forever.
Our souls had not commingled then;
The wreath of Friendship had not bound us;
We knew not we should meet again,—
And yet our parting did not wound us.
Again we met—long years have flown,
The sun of youth has risen o'er us,
And friends we loved have smiled and gone,
And changing scenes have pass'd before us.—
We meet!—but not again to part,
Without one transient pang of mourning;
Oh no! the burning tear would start,
At thought of joys no more returning.
For we have stray'd at silent eve,
Beneath the crescent brightly beaming,
And social converse loved to weave,
Around the warm hearth cheerful gleaming.
We yet may part—in distant land
Afar to roam we know not whither—
But still be Friendship's flowery band
The wreath that twines our souls together.
poem by Elizabeth Margaret Chandler from Poetical Works (1836)
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On Visiting the Graves of Hawthorne and Thoreau
Beneath these shades, beside yon winding stream,
Lies Hawthorne's manly form, the mortal part!
The soul, that loved to meditate and dream,
Might linger here unwilling to depart,
But that a higher life has called away
To fairer scenes, to nobler work and thought.
Why should the spirit then on earth delay,
That has a glimpse of such bright regions caught!
And near another, Nature's child, doth rest,—
Thoreau, who loved each woodland path to tread;
So gently sleeping on his mother's breast!
Living, though numbered with the numerous dead.
We mourn! But hope will whisper in the heart,
We meet again and meet no more to part.
poem by Jones Very
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You And This War
You are part of this war. You
pay taxes. You are not part of this
war. No one in charge cares what
you think. You are part of this
war. You go to work each day
and remain quiet on the subject.
You pave the path of least
resistance. You are not part of this
war. You watch images of it and
read words about it from a great
distance. You are part of this war.
You are one 200 millionths of this
nation. You are not part of this
war. You do not fight in it or
fight to stop it. You are
part of this war.
poem by Hans Ostrom
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Objectified
All beautiful things meet their demise
Flowers in bloom surely will die
Frozen are the wings of the dead butterfly
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Clouds of gray spoil the light of the skies
The ocean must fall in order to rise
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
I knew I was doomed when you first said, “Hi.”
Two ships in the night, we were bound to collide
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Four months can pass in the blink of an eye
We lose ourselves without having to try
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
The simplest words become hard to define
You can’t see the truth when you cover your eyes
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Your pay the price to take this ride
Slowly, you find that you’re living a lie
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Pictures of us will fade over time
We become strangers in a world so wide
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
You’ll keep on searching for what you won’t find
You’ll lose your faith while I lose my mind
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Sometimes your morals get left behind
It will be too late when you realize
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
poem by Vaida Marea
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Peace Talks
They sling mud balls at each other and spat
Sitting respectively in their countries
One day they say, “let us resolve disputes”
And meet in his or his palace to chat
Their wives, their kids, their seats, their fates and none
Of their countries, their men and boundaries
And bid adieu over a glass of wine
To soon declare, they made a good headway
And meet again this time in Champaign fair
They meet, they talk, they laugh and part for zilch
The border line remains like (a) bleeding weal
With both the sides aflame with ire and fright
The price at last is paid by populace
But peace remains as ever in pieces
poem by Sathya Narayana
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Meet Me At The Station
(brother williams memphis sanctified singers)
Well if I get to heaven before you do
I will meet you at the station when your train comes along
Ill be watching and waiting, mother dear, for you
I will meet you at the station when your train comes along
Father, when the train
Father, when the train
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
When the train
Father, when the train comes along
I will meet you at the station when your train comes along
Well if my eyes see the glory, before yours do
I will meet you at the station when your train comes along
Ill be watching and waiting, father, for you
I will meet you at the station whe your train comes along
Father, when the train
Father, when the train
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
Father, when the train
Father, when the train comes along
I will meet you at the station when your train comes along
Now if my feet touch the homeline before yours do
I will meet you at the station when the train comes along
Ill be watching and waiting, my brother, for you
I will meet you at the station when the train comes along
When the train
When the train
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
When the train
When the train comes along
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
When the train
When the train
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
When the train
When the train comes along
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
Now if you see gods country before I do
Will you meet me at the station when my train comes along
Will you be there watching, sister, for me
Will you meet me at the station when my train comes along
When my train
When my train
Meet me at the station when my train comes along
When my train
Sister, when my train comes along
Will you meet me at the station when my train comes along
When the train
When the train
Meet me at the station when my train comes along
When the train
Oh, when the train
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
song performed by by Waterboys
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Meet Me in the Green Glen
Love, meet me in the green glen,
Beside the tall elm-tree,
Where the sweetbriar smells so sweet agen;
There come with me.
Meet me in the green glen.
Meet me at the sunset
Down in the green glen,
Where we've often met
By hawthorn-tree and foxes' den,
Meet me in the green glen.
Meet me in the green glen,
By sweetbriar bushes there;
Meet me by your own sen,
Where the wild thyme blossoms fair.
Meet me in the green glen.
Meet me by the sweetbriar,
By the mole-hill swelling there;
When the west glows like a fire
God's crimson bed is there.
Meet me in the green glen.
poem by John Clare
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