Horace To Maecenas
How breaks my heart to hear you say
You feel the shadows fall about you!
The gods forefend
That fate, O friend!
I would not, I could not live without you!
You gone, what would become of me,
Your shadow, O beloved Maecenas?
We've shared the mirth--
And sweets of earth--
Let's share the pangs of death between us!
I should not dread Chinaera's breath
Nor any threat of ghost infernal;
Nor fear nor pain
Should part us twain--
For so have willed the powers eternal.
No false allegiance have I sworn,
And, whatsoever fate betide you,
Mine be the part
To cheer your heart--
With loving song to fare beside you!
Love snatched you from the claws of death
And gave you to the grateful city;
The falling tree
That threatened me
Did Fannus turn aside in pity;
With horoscopes so wondrous like,
Why question that we twain shall wander,
As in this land,
So, hand in hand,
Into the life that waiteth yonder?
So to your shrine, O patron mine,
With precious wine and victims fare you;
Poor as I am,
A humble lamb
Must testify what love I bear you.
But to the skies shall sweetly rise
The sacrifice from shrine and heather,
And thither bear
The solemn prayer
That, when we go, we go together!
poem by Eugene Field
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Come Live With Me
(ray charles)
Come live with me and be my love
Share my bread and wine
Be a part of me, the heart of me
Be mine
Come live with me and be my love
Let our dreams combine
Be wife to me, be life to me
Be mine
With these hands I will build a roof
To shield your head
And with these hands I will carve the wood
For our babys bed
Come live with me and be my love
And let me love you all the time
Be mate to me, be fate to me
Be mine
I will try to do my best for you
I swear, I promise you
I will cry for you, I will comfort you
My whole life through
Come live with me and be my love
Share my bread and wine
Be a part of me, be the heart of me
Be mine
song performed by by Waterboys
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To Charles Butler
Thus, one by one, dear friend, the years flow by,
That bear us onward to the silent land.
And one by one, around us falling lie,
The loved ones we have walked with, hand in hand.
And thus, the hour comes swiftly, surely on;
I see its shadow darkly toward us creep,
When one shall go, and one be left alone,
To bear life's chain, alone to wait and weep.
How sad, how dark, did not the heavenly stars,
Twin stars of Faith, and Hope, rise on our way,
To shed their luster through our prison-bars,
To light our path on to eternal day!
That day that knows no cloud, no change, no night,
Where tears, and pain, and sorrow, enter never,
Where the beloved on earth again unite,
Where one in God, they part no more forever.
poem by Anne Lynch Botta from Poems (1848)
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A Prayer
'Mid the discordant noises of the day I hear thee calling;
I stumble as I fare along Earth's way; keep me from falling.
Mine eyes are open but they cannot see for gloom of night:
I can no more than lift my heart to thee for inward light.
The wild and fiery passion of my youth consumes my soul;
In agony I turn to thee for truth and self-control.
For Passion and all the pleasures it can give will die the death;
But this of me eternally must live, thy borrowed breath.
'Mid the discordant noises of the day I hear thee calling;
I stumble as I fare along Earth's way; keep me from falling.
poem by Claude McKay
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Marked With Death
(tim rice/john farrar)
How can I bear this?
Show me
How can I survive
Trapped in the madness
With no hope of release? oh
Do I just wait for
Your demons to arrive?
Blaming me for your death
While you rest in peace
You are marked with death
By your cruel lies
You deserve all this
You betrayed me
With your final breath
You will still despise
Every tear or kiss
You betrayed me
I shall not be tricked
Into pity for
You must know full well
That I love you
And you cant inflict
Any pain thats more
Than this living hell
But I love you
I see the eyes that deceived
Poor wasted hands growing cold
No lovers comfort
No belief to hold
You have killed yourself
Yours the infernal
Original sin
Mine the misfortune
Of your heartless caprice-- oh
Do I just wait for
Your devils to move in?
Blaming me for your death
While you rest in peace
I am marked for life
And the peace I crave
Is a fools conceit
I am branded
And youll twist the knife
From beyond the grave
And I fall, retreat
Empty handed
I shall not be tricked
Into pity for
You must know full well
That I love you
And you cant inflict
Any pain thats more
Than this living hell
But I love you
I see the eyes that betrayed
Poor wasted hands growing cold
No lovers comfort
No belief to hold
You are marked with death
How can I convince you
That you broke you own heart?
How can I forgive you
For the murderous part
You played in destroying
Your love and your life
And mine...
I shall not be tricked
Into pity for
You must know full well
That I love you
And you cant inflict
Any pain thats more
Than this living hell
But I love you
I see the eyes that deceived
Poor wasted hands growing cold
No lovers comfort
No belief to hold
I am marked for life
You are marked with death...
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Marked With Death
How can I bear this? show me
How can I survive
Trapped in your madness
With no hope of release? oh -
Do I just wait for
Your demons to arrive?
Blaming me for your ills
While you rest in peace
You are marked with death
By your cruel lies
You deserve all this
You betrayed me
With your final breath
You will still despise
Every tear or kiss
You betrayed me
I shall not be tricked
Into pity for
You must know full well
That I love you
And you cant inflict
Any pain thats more
Than this living hell
But I love you
I see the eyes that deceived
Poor wasted hands growing cold
No lovers comfort
No belief to hold
You have killed yourself
Yours the infernal
Original sin
Mine the misfortune
Of your heartless caprice - oh -
Do I just wait for
All your devils to move in?
Blaming me for your death
While you rest in peace
I am marked for life
And the peace I crave
Is a fools conceit
I am branded
And youll twist the knife
From beyond the grave
And I fall, retreat
Empty handed
I shall not be tricked
Into pity for
You must know full well
That I love you
And you cant inflict
Any pain thats more
Than this living hell
But I love you
I see the eyes that betrayed
Poor wasted hands growing cold
No lovers comfort
No belief to hold
You are marked with death
How can I convince you
That you broke your own heart?
How can I forgive you
For the murderous part
You played in destroying
Your love and your life
And mine ...
I shall not be tricked
Into pity for
You must know full well
That I love you
And you cant inflict
Any pain thats more
Than this living hell
But I love you
I see the eyes that deceived
Poor wasted hands growing cold
No lovers comfort
No belief to hold
I am marked for life
You are marked with death ...
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Breath Of Death
Death is not death,
It is life without breath,
Life on earth is life that is blind,
Blinded by stress and the curse of time,
True life is life that remains untied,
Pure life is life that has honor and pride,
The cold breathe of death actually guilds,
It guilds to a place where darkness subsides,
Passed the shadow a secluded warmth is seen,
Benevolence and compassion becomes pristine,
The Floor is cover with clouds of gold,
An eternal joy that never grows old,
They wait for you to come alive,
Trumpets waiting for you to arrive,
Sitting there is the humble Lord,
Guarding the gates with his shield and sword,
All your loved ones and all you've known,
How can this love even be shown,
Reach out your heart and give him your hand,
There is nothing to fear so please understand,
He knows you believe but now you must try,
You must understand that to live you must die,
Yes, this death is death indeed,
A death of pain and an unheard plead.,
However this death is truly not death,
Only new life that lives without breath.
poem by Bradley Lomeli
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My Heart Is Resting, O My Lord
My heart is resting, O my God—
I will give thanks and sing;
My heart is at the secret source
Of every precious thing.
Now the frail vessel Thou hast made
No hand but Thine shall fill—
For the waters of the Earth have failed,
And I am thirsty still.
I thirst for springs of heavenly life,
And here all day they rise—
I seek the treasure of Thy love,
And close at hand it lies.
And a new song is in my mouth
To long loved music set—
Glory to Thee for all the grace
I have not tasted yet.
Glory to Thee for strength withheld,
For want and weakness known—
And the fear that sends me to Thy breast
For what is most my own.
I have a heritage of joy
That yet I must not see;
But the hand that bled to make it mine
Is keeping it for me.
There is a certainty of love
That sets my heart at rest—
A calm assurance for today
That to be poor is best—
A prayer reposing on His truth
Who hath made all things mine,
That draws my captive will to Him,
And makes it one with Thine.
I will give thanks for suffering now,
For want and toil and loss—
For the death that sin makes hard and slow,
Upon my Savior’s cross—
Thanks for the little spring of love
That gives me strength to say,
If they will leave me part in Him,
Let all things pass away.
Sometimes I long for promised bliss,
But it will not come too late—
And the songs of patient spirits rise
From the place wherein I wait;
While in the faith that makes no haste
My soul has time to see
A kneeling host of Thy redeemed,
In fellowship with me.
There is a multitude around
Responsive to my prayer;
I hear the voice of my desire
Resounding everywhere.
But the earnest of eternal joy,
In every prayer I trace;
I see the glory of the Lord:
On every chastened face.
How oft, in still communion known,
Those spirits have been sent
To share the travail of my soul,
Or show me what it meant!
And I long to do some work of love
No spoiling hand could touch,
For the poor and suffering of Thy flock
Who comfort me so much.
But the yearning thought is mingled now
With the thankful song I sing;
For Thy people know the secret source
Of every precious thing.
The heart that ministers for Thee
In Thy own work will rest;
And the subject spirit of a child
Can serve Thy children best.
Mine be the reverent, listening love,
That waits all day on Thee,
With the service of a watchful heart
Which no one else can see—
The faith that, in a hidden way
No other eye may know,
Finds all its daily work prepared,
And loves to have it so.
My heart is resting, O my God,
My heart is in Thy care—
I hear the voice of joy and health
Resounding everywhere.
“Thou art my portion,” saith my soul,
Ten thousand voices say,
And the music of their glad Amen,
Will never die away.
poem by Anna Laetitia Waring
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A Woman’s Question
BEFORE I trust my fate to thee,
Or place my hand in thine,
Before I let thy future give
Color and form to mine,
Before I peril all for thee, question thy soul to-night for me.
I break all slighter bonds, nor feel
A shadow of regret:
Is there one link within the Past
That holds thy spirit yet?
Or is thy faith as clear and free as that which I can pledge to thee?
Does there within thy dimmest dreams
A possible future shine,
Wherein thy life could henceforth breathe,
Untouch’d, unshar’d by mine?
If so, at any pain or cost, O, tell me before all is lost.
Look deeper still. If thou canst feel,
Within thy inmost soul,
That thou hast kept a portion back,
While I have stak’d the whole;
Let no false pity spare the blow, but in true mercy tell me so.
Is there within thy heart a need
That mine cannot fulfil?
One chord that any other hand
Could better wake or still?
Speak now—lest at some future day my whole life wither and decay.
Lives there within thy nature hid
The demon-spirit Change,
Shedding a passing glory still
On all things new and strange?
It may not be thy fault alone—but shield my heart against thy own.
Couldst thou withdraw thy hand one day
And answer to my claim,
That Fate, and that to-day’s mistake—
Not thou—had been to blame?
Some soothe their conscience thus; but thou wilt surely warn and save me now.
Nay, answer not,—I dare not hear,
The words would come too late;
Yet I would spare thee all remorse,
So, comfort thee, my fate—
Whatever on my heart may fall—remember, I would risk it all!
poem by Adelaide Anne Procter
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The Negro Father's Lamentation Over the Body of His Infant Son
Thou'rt dead, my boy!—my son!—my only child!—
And yet I may not shed one tear for thee,
Nor hanging o'er thy bier in anguish wild,
Upbraid the hand that bore thee far from me:
I cannot wish that thou hadst lived to share
Thy father's fate—his woes—and his despair!
I loved thee—oh! I need not say how well!
Thou wert my all of hopes or bliss on earth!
Yet I will not repine that thou dost dwell
In happiness, with her who gave thee birth,
While I, like yon dark rock of naked stone,
Must bear the storms that round me beat, alone.
'T is well! Thou wilt not share those storms with me,
That is my all of comfort in this hour—
I weep not, though I would have died for thee!
Ay, more than died— that sacrifice were poor—
I would have spurn'd the hand that set me free,
And clasp'd my chain, and lived a slave, for thee.
My boy! my darling boy! farewell, farewell!
Thou ne'er shalt feel the pangs that rend me now,
For still my heart with agony will swell,
To think, that never more upon my brow,
Thy little lips with fondness shall be prest,
As when I oft have clasp'd thee to my breast.
Yes! fare thee well! thy fond caress no more
Shall soothe the tortured throbbing of my heart,
As it full oft has done, when tyrant power
Has trampled me to earth, and round me prest
The chain of slavery, till my swelling heart
Has madden'd into frenzy with the smart.
Yet even then, though thou couldst calm my soul,
With thy soft lisping voice and childish glee,
While clasping thee, sad thoughts would o'er me roll,
Of what must be thy future destiny,
Till my hot tears have wet thy little face,
And thou hast wonder'd at my wild embrace.
But thou art dead!—it ne'er will be thy fate
To tremble at a cruel tyrant's frowns—
To bend in servile toil, to feed his state,
To feel the lash, and hear him mock thy groans.
Then fare thee well!—thy father will not weep,
Or wish to wake thee from thy peaceful sleep.
poem by Elizabeth Margaret Chandler from Poetical Works (1836)
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Natural Magic
There is nothing like the natural magic of my love's heart
Beating through her palm and into mine
Transferring the sound of silence's sweet part
Singing to mine silent heart, so sweetly refine
The simplest instrument, which says so much
Sauntering sweetly, hand in hand
With art hearts so tightly clutched
In each other's love, our destiny did so sweetly land
The eager heart, throbbing love we make
Our clasp, a chain that will never break
For love but more than that
Our love's sake
Singing passion, incredible love, as our hands, our hearts, we doth both take.
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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A Farewell
Good-bye, good-bye; it is not hard to part!
You have my heart--the heart that leaps to hear
Your name called by an echo in a dream;
You have my soul that, like an untroubled stream,
Reflects your soul that leans so dear, so near -
Your heartbeats set the rhythm for my heart.
What more could Life give if we gave her leave
To give, and Life should give us leave to take?
Only each other's arms, each other's eyes,
Each other's lips, the clinging secrecies
That are but as the written words to make
Records of what the heart and soul achieve.
This, only this we yield, my love, my friend,
To Fate's implacable eyes and withering breath.
We still are yours and mine, though, by Time's theft,
My arms are empty and your arms bereft.
It is not hard to part--not harder than Death;
And each of us must face Death in the end!
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Bear Me and I am Born
If I die in the gutter today, stumbling blind and stuttering,
Will you help me on my way?
Will you place copper lids upon my eyes?
Will you pay my fare across the river of life’s forgetting?
Opium fuelled madness,
A heart lone sadness
Bloodshot eyes
Bloodshot skies
Barren desert distress
The earth is mine to wander
My mother to love
My lover to adore.
Close the blinds to find your mind
Take the time commit a crime
How does it feel?
Do I seem real to you?
Do you feel as though you could reach out?
Could you touch me if you wanted to?
The kiss of bliss is mine to miss
What strange a life, a world is this.
Electric light made day from night
The blind by touch received new sight.
Still they may stare into the eyes of the sun god swallowing.
Still we are left wallowing in pity our own
Still we are to call the hive our home.
Leave the city bleeding
Go breed within the shadows
The catacombs of hearts torn and hollow.
Wear me I'm worn
Tear me I'm torn
Bear me and I am born
poem by David Lacey
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In Death, My Final Part
A tower grim; a glowering darkness,
And only brown of red the other hue
– I saw it in the distant eyes –
And yes, He knew, but focussed only
On the mortal soul of mine –
After all, He had a role to play,
And wine: my shivering blood to quaff!
If only I could Him betray –
To break the seal of destiny;
Escape the lone cacophony
That emanates from wailing minds!
Damn the fate of His – it awes and blinds!
But oh! the mighty hammer strikes a toll;
The slow approach of Him upon the knoll
Commences exudation of a dying heart.
Endorsing all, I honed my final part.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Ich Hatt' Einen Kameraden (I Had A Comrade)
Ich hatt' einen Kameraden,
Einen bessern findst du nit.
Die Trommel schlug zum Streite,
Er ging an meiner Seite
In gleichem Schritt und Tritt.
Eine Kugel kam geflogen:
Gilt's mir oder gilt es dir?
Ihn hat es weggerissen,
Er liegt vor meinen Füßen
Als wär's ein Stück von mir
Will mir die Hand noch reichen,
Derweil ich eben lad'.
'Kann dir die Hand nicht geben,
Bleib du im ew'gen Leben
Mein guter Kamerad!
I Had a Comrade
In battle he was my comrade,
None better I have had.
The drum called us to fight,
He always on my right,
In step, through good and bad.
A bullet it flew towards us,
For him or meant for me?
His life from mine it tore,
At my feet a piece of gore,
As if a part of me.
His hand reached up to hold mine.
I must re-load my gun.
'My friend, I cannot ease your pain,
In life eternal we'll meet again,
And walk once more as one.'
Translated by Frank Petersohn
I Had a Comrade
I had one faithful comrade
'Ere we heard the trumpet's call,
And we pledged our hearts forever
In battle joined together
To beat the foe or fall.
A musket shot came screaming
To seal his fate or mine
Right at my feet he stumbled,
And friendship's shrine it crumbled
Around that friend of mine.
His hand is blindly seeking
The clasp I cannot give
For duty calls me onward
Farewell my dying comrade,
Our love shall ever live.
Translated by Arthur Kevess
poem by Johann Ludwig Uhland
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I Will Raise, I Will!
I want to Rise
I want To rise from this cage
To the infinite realms
Of my own
One can't gauge,
You may write scriptures for me
Just to keep me down confined to the cage,
I learnt from history
Of saints,
How you trap us into this cage
With your sweet coated bitter pills,
twisted lies, take us to hills,
Wherein you push us to death or
leave us alone at dead end!
You may put me into
dirt or mist covered path
But still, like speck of eternal, I want To rise.
To stand on my own
and see what is what!
Does my happiness upset you?
Why you want me in gloom? 'Cause I think, what am I,
I've got, love in my heart.
Infinitely, the infinite,
I see in myself,
Infinite wells of infinite depth
I fill with love all wells
And with all knowledge,
I threw all in it,
Even I jumped into them, to get dissolved
Pumping not necessary,
love overflow in my life.
Just like irrigation to gardens, And feed every plant to make them swing their head
With fruits and flowers to divine song
Sun of knowledge shine,
Each and every soul is your shrine,
Why can't shed ignorance of mine,
You are mine, you are mine of knowledge,
You are mine of love in heart of mine!
When in the certainty of tides,
Just like drops of wave spring high,
Still I want To rise.
I am that, see me broken dust of that?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like wet dirty cloth?
Weakened by my soulful desires, and feelings
Is my naughtyness offence?
can't you see your child at play,
you made it awful hard
'Cause I laugh and smiled like kid
I've got
mines of love to bid,
Diving into depth of my own.
You may test me, my words and deeds,
You may set filters,
Still I can pass as I am dissolved myself
Then with your eyes,
You may ask me to see
your divine fullness,
But still,
like light in vacuum, I'll rise.
Let my bliss take me to you!
when it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got everything,
At the meeting of my brains I want To rest!
Out of the huts of history of long pain of longing
I want To rise
Up from a past you are my root
I want rise I'm a black ocean having Lord flloting on me, sailing and smiling wide,
I bear in my mind, I am only a witness to every wave and tide.
loving nights of terror
and
smiling at fear I rise
Into that infinite bliss
wondrously clear
I rise
digesting all that my
ancestors gave,
I am the dream,
I was the slave, to my own folly
in my own dream.
I want To rise above all dreams,
I will rise my self above all
I will rise to that,
I am that, I am that who don't know who I am
And no one can't know
what I am!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Forever
I
With you I shall ever be;
Over land and sea
My thoughts will companion you;
With yours shall my laughter chime,
And my step keep time
In the dusk and dew
With yours in blithesome rhyme;
In all of your joy shall I rejoice,
On my lips your sorrow shall find a voice,
And when your tears in bitterness fall
Mine shall mingle with them all;
With you in waking and dream I shall be,
In the place of shadow and memory,
Under young springtime moons,
And on harvest noons,
And when the stars are withdrawn
From the white pathway of the dawn.
II
O, my friend, nothing shall ever part
My soul from yours, yours from my heart!
I am yours and you mine, in silence and in speech,
Death will only seal us each to each.
Through the darkness we shall fare with fearless jest,
Starward we shall go on a joyous new quest;
There be many worlds, as we shall prove,
Many suns and systems, but only one love!
poem by Lucy Maud Montgomery
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Capricious Friend
Fate!
What have you done to me?
Why did you let us fall in love so easily?
Fate!
You could have lied to me,
Now I’m left to feel this way
Fate!
You tempt an early death of me,
As my heart breaks more n’ more each day
Fate!
Why did you take her from me?
Then tease…
“You’ll be together again, it’s your destiny”
Fate!
“Tis a cruel n’ wicked game you play with me
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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My Fate Has Been Sealed....
My Fate Has Been Sealed....
your love placed inside my heart...
came to me without prior notice...
owned it and got into it to burn this heart...
how pity this heart...
this heart which i hold..
pity you are, my heart from this love...
from those fires which burned you...
and changed your life, up to down...
is that your fate...?
this fate, which wrote on you...?
to be always in love..
in love with whom who don`t know how to take care of you...
who owns this rights...
to make you always in pains...
who can change this...
and who can put the end to this fate..
pity you are, my pity heart...
i know that i shall meet my fate oneday...
but i need a fate which my heart deserve...
i need a happiness...
the happiness which i seek and dream always about...
i will accept my fate for what it was...
but if this fate completed my life with you...
poem by Hazem Al Jaber
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Today... 'Our Passover Lamb
Blood from the lamb was on the lintel spread
and the people waited in fear and dread.
They could all hear the people outside cry
but the Angel of Death just passed them by.
Because a lamb had been slain and had died
and its blood upon the doorpost applied
Death did not visit them that dreadful day
but passed over them and went on its way.
**********
His life was given and His blood was shed
when He died that awful day in my stead.
The pure unspotted Lamb of God was He.
God saw the blood and then passed over me.
He gave His life to pay sins dreadful price
and offered Himself as a sacrifice.
Crying 'Father forgive' with His last breath
He snatched me from the very jaws of death.
(see also the additional information in the Poet's notes box below)
Where Can It Go
(robert palmer)
When love comes in
And takes your heart
Just let it go
And play your part
When love comes in
And takes your heart
Just let it go
And play your part oh oh
A searching love
Is a precious thing
Easy to spoil
And so hard to give in to
The blame is shared
When we meet half way
Desire is real
Its a path to be taken
Even sleep can turn cruel
When your hearts confused
Whether we spend our lives together
Or we never see each other again
Ill always celebrate
The times that we both knew
Baby your love is here
Is mine with you?
In the deep of our eyes
We just wait to be taken
Sometimes weve been mistreated
By the love we gave
Honey were not pretenders
We both know life isnt only a game
Ill always celebrate the times that we both know
Baby your love is here
Where can it go?
When love comes in
And takes your heart
Just let it go
And play your part
When love comes in
And takes your heart
Just let it go
And play your part oh oh
When love comes in and takes your heart
Let it go and play your part
song performed by by Robert Palmer
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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