Early Morning
Flowers grow wild, full of drops of dew
when the sun comes loving over the hillocks
the silver white twilight stays as it lingers
when the sun is orange presents is most lovely colours
and there is beauty just where I look,
the work of the hands of the God of the universe.
When the sun peeks in brightly through the window
dots fall splashing over the floor,
outside the heaven is blue, the veldt is open
as if in this summer you can walk for miles
and there is beauty just where I look,
the work of the hands of the God of the universe.
Outside its suddenly bright shiny day
when you wait with a cup of coffee,
your curls catch my eye, glitter very fine
when you laugh happy, your face full of sunshine
and there is beauty just where I look,
the work of the hands of the God of the universe.
poem by Gert Strydom
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SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL THAT YOU WILL WANT TO KEEP LOOKING AT HER, HER SMILE BRING SMILE TO EVERY LIPS.HER EYES WONT EVER MAKE HER WANT TO LIE.HER BEAUTY IS LIKE A ROSE IN FULL BLOOM, SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL THAT WHEN OUR CREATOR THOUGHT OF BEAUTY HE SAW ONLY HER.SHE IS WONDERFULY MADE, GOD MADE HER SMILE OF THE SUNSHINE, AND HE MAOLDED HER HEART OF PURE GOLD, IN HER EYES HE PLACED BRIGHT SHINING STARS, IN HER CHEEKS FAIR ROSE YOU SEE.SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL THAT IF A THOUSAND PAINTER WORK FOR A MILLION YEARS THEY COULD NOT CREATE A WORK OF ART AS BEAUTIFUL AS HER.SHE IS AS BEAUTIFUL AS VIRGIN SAND, SHE IS AS BEAUTIFUL AS RAINBOW FULL OF COLOURS, SHE IS AS BEAUTIFUL AS STARS FILLED THE SKY, SHE IS AS BEAUTIFUL AS BLOOMING FLOWER.OH BEAUTIFUL HER NAME WAS CALLED, SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL, SHE SPEAK OF BEAUTY, SHE SLEEP IN BEAUTY, , SHE WALK IN BEAUTY, SHE LIVE IN BEAUTY.SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL THAT THEIR IS NO FLOWER THAT CAN BE COMPARED TO HER BEAUTY, SHE IS REINCANATION OF AN ANGEL, FAIREST OF ALL, GODESS OF BEAUTIES, EXQUISITE BEAUTY LIKE SUNSHINE.
poem by Tijani Adebowale Destiny
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Awaken to Beauty
Sun, sparkling on water
Rainbow in sky.
Full moon, shimmering over cities,
Beauty, beauty is by.
See through the black, the grey,
To colours all around,
Brightening your world, your life;
Beauty, beauty surrounds.
The new leaves on spring trees,
Buds on daffodils.
Flowers, trees bursting with glory,
Beauty, beauty fills.
Snow covering, crystal white,
Summer, green, grass.
Each season brings new pleasures,
Beauty, beauty lasts.
Stand still awhile and see
If you can discern
The loveliness in front of you,
Beauty at every turn.
Bring happiness to your senses,
Bear gladness into you,
Take sometime for yourself,
Beauty is there; stays true.
Star
We go waiting for the stars
To come showering down
From moscow to mars
Universe falling down
You got to look real hard
Theres a fiery star
Hidden out there somewhere
Not the satellite of love
But a laser
Shooting out its shiny tongue there
God is love, God is war
Tv-preacher tell me more
Father help me am I pure?
As pure as pure as heaven
Sent you money sent you flowers
Could I worship you for hours
In whose hands are we anyway?
We go waiting for the stars
To come showering down
From moscow to mars
Universe falling down
You got to look real hard
Is it in your heart?
Yeah its in there somewhere
The power wrapped in your palm
Show it to me
Hit them with your wrath and thunder
Whats your pleasure?
Tell it to me
How did he know?
Show your beauty
In you somewhere, somewhere in me
Pure as pure as heaven
Sent you money sent you flowers
Could I worship you for hours
In whose hands are we anyway?
Yeeha
Rolling along through a rose coloured glow
The city looks pretty in pink
Armageddon is here!
Did you ever have a lover
Leave you for another
Never to discover
War is not the answer
Leave you only disenchanted
God is love, God is war
Tv-preacher tell me more
Father help me am I pure?
As pure as pure as heaven
Sent you money sent you flowers
Could I worship you for hours
In whose hands are we anyway?
We go waiting for the stars
To come showering down
From moscow to mars
Universe falling down
song performed by by Erasure
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A Beauty of Love!
I enjoy beauty of star studded night sky;
I enjoy beauty of harmonious waves of sea;
I enjoy beauty of peaceful living of people;
I enjoy beauty of natural poems of poets!
Beauty of human life I enjoy in all forms;
Beauty of fun loving children I enjoy often;
Beauty of smiling flowers I enjoy in garden;
Beauty of art work I enjoy in all forms ever!
World is full of beauty Nature bestows to all;
World is paradise due to love and beauty ever;
World is the abode of man's cultural refinement;
World is the spring board to heaven at the end!
Beauty of love is eternal for all to enjoy in life
Evolving animal into man and man into divine!
poem by Ramesh T A
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What is beauty
beauty they say
is being fair of face
beauty is unexplainable
its everywhere, at everyplace
theres beauty in a mothers eyes
and beauty in a babys face
beauty in a soaring tree
and beauty in a
deserted place
beauty in knobbly hands,
that are weathered due to toil and pace
beauty in natures creations
beauty in His kindness and grace
beauty in the joy of parenthood
beauty in the love of friends
beauty too in adversities
and the angels of mercy he also sends
so much beauty, so much joy
all around if we care to see
this world is full of wondrous things
not apparent to you and me
stop to savour reflect awhile
there is beauty all around
things that happen, prayers anwered
His beauty leaves you spellbound
poem by Arti Chopra
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Maggies Farm
I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more.
No, I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more
Well, I wake up in the morning
Fold my hands and pray for rain.
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin me insane
Its a shame
The way she makes me
Scrub the floor
I aint gonna work on, nah
I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more.
I aint gonna work for maggies brother no more
Nah, I aint gonna work for maggies brother no more
Well, he hands you a nickel
And he hands you a dime
And he asks you with a grin
If youre havin a good time
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
I aint gonna work for, nah
I aint gonna work for maggies brother no more
I aint gonna work for maggies pa no more
No, I aint gonna work for maggies pa no more
Well, he puts his cigar
Out in your face just for kicks
His bedroom window
It is made out of bricks
The national guard stands around his door
I aint gonna work, nah
I aint gonna work for maggies pa no more
I aint gonna work for maggies ma no more
No, I aint gonna work for maggies ma no more
Well, she talks to all the servants
About man and God and law
And everybody says
Shes the brains behind pa
Shes sixty-eight, but she says shes twenty-four
I aint gonna work for, nah
I aint gonna work for maggies ma no more
I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more
No, I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more
Well I try my best
To be just like I am
But everybody wants you
To be just like them
They sing while they slave and just get bored
I aint gonna work on, nah
I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more
song performed by by Rage Against The Machine
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My Idea of beauty
Beauty is the sensation of your heart skipping a beat,
when eyes full of mischief glance at you...
Beauty is the smile which appears on your lips, when you think of the way he smiles at you...
Beauty is in the heart which touches another
Beauty is tender hands holding each other
Beauty is strong arms holding you warm
Beauty is in water, beauty is in weather,
beauty is in air, beauty is in life
Beauty is in love, beauty is in wind...
Beauty surrounds you days and nights
yet no one knows beauty's heights...
poem by Nitya Pillai
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Maggies Farm
I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more.
No, I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more.
Well, I wake in the morning,
Fold my hands and pray for rain.
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin me insane.
Its a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor.
I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more.
I aint gonna work for maggies brother no more.
No, I aint gonna work for maggies brother no more.
Well, he hands you a nickel,
He hands you a dime,
He asks you with a grin
If youre havin a good time,
Then he fines you every time you slam the door.
I aint gonna work for maggies brother no more.
I aint gonna work for maggies pa no more.
No, I aint gonna work for maggies pa no more.
Well, he puts his cigar
Out in your face just for kicks.
His bedroom window
It is made out of bricks.
The national guard stands around his door.
Ah, I aint gonna work for maggies pa no more.
I aint gonna work for maggies ma no more.
No, I aint gonna work for maggies ma no more.
Well, she talks to all the servants
About man and God and law.
Everybody says
Shes the brains behind pa.
Shes sixty-eight, but she says shes twenty-four.
I aint gonna work for maggies ma no more.
I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more.
No, I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more.
Well, I try my best
To be just like I am,
But everybody wants you
To be just like them.
They sing while you slave and I just get bored.
I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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The Astronaut's Song
Beauty is the freedom of the universe at bay,
Beauty is tranquility, which never compensates!
Freedom is, as freedom does, as freedom rings today,
The greatest sound, which space surrounds my senses I obey!
To soar beyond the distant here, I follow life’s template,
As twilight stars extend beyond this century’s domain!
O mother universe, mother universe, I cherish your array,
In which I adore your presence, more than reality’s dream!
poem by Charles Lobaito
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In the Highveld
(after Toon van den Heever)
I
In the Highveld with the sky cobalt blue and open
where rock rabbits, steenbok and baboons revel,
you see the wind skipping through the long grass
and you can still believe in God and His angels,
the rain gathers with thunder
where through the open spaces you can see far into the veldt,
you are astounded by the beauty of flowering proteas
and you still can realize your dependence
but when the city’s rumbling becomes too much,
the jacarandas start flowering in the streets,
buildings of steel and concrete start to curtail you,
you dream about wild flowers appearing everywhere
and it’s the places of a child that you miss,
in the Highveld where the veldt stretches out into the distance.
II
In the Highveld where the veldt stretches out into the distance
and the wind rollicks through the grass
the sky is pure blue and you can look for hours at it,
there you can find freedom from the city’s imprisonment.
When the wind rustles through the march you loose all sadness,
you see the African red-knobbed coot gathering her chickens,
you can hear the finches’ caper, branches full together,
you see every great small happening,
how wild flowers of every imaginable colour
grow as if planted in secret
(and I will go back if I only could)
where I can find some serenity, can have peace
where I will know about God’s heritage;
there the sun shines.
III
There the sun shines
where proteas and aloes flower wildly,
bright up to the horizon
coming out of the earth by themselves
with violets growing purple-blue right through the marsh,
with daisies stretching white over the veldt,
with long tailed widow birds flapping their wings
and the earth is covered with long green grass.
To this piece of ground I am trapped
even when my days are drawing to their end,
it goes even to my heart’s deepest yearning,
with every plant, bush and flower
as it’s bought with sweat and blood,
nobody can strip it from me.
IV
Nobody can strip it from me,
I have to go back to where the sun hangs golden
in the sapphire heaven, I have got to strip the city from me
(but if I only could)
the big desire stays and out of the town I must go
away from the ambulance and police sirens that cuts through everything,
trains whistling almost endlessly,
I have got to go to where only the frog choir and crickets sing.
Again I have got to get the smell of sugar bushes,
smell the rain, spring, summer and even autumn
I must get away from a world where tinned pleasure seduces,
where people use other people for their own pleasure.
I want to stand in the green fields of grass,
when the day dies.
V
When the day dies
letting its last rays fall,
with the birds flying to their nests
darkness comes to this part of the universe,
the doves at dusk still call to each other
as if their voices bind them in the darkness,
you can see the moon sailing golden-yellow through the sky,
you are sometimes blinded by the bright rays,
the city lights glitter far away
in all the colours of the rainbow,
here you want to bond your life to a loved one,
catching her moments long in your eye
when people come together here,
the madness of the human existence is exorcised.
VI
The madness of the human existence is exorcised
even in later years past your own youth,
when you are in the world that your heart desires,
you want to invite the new spring to stay with you
shaking out that which bothers and torments to the early summer wind,
feeling the effervescence of new life,
blinded by the sun you want to find healing
while the whole of spring washes through your life
with the light, air, the flowers, birds and sun splashing down
as if your autumn is only in your imagination,
you want to wash yourself clean from old age,
you are searching for exorcism from the darkness
there are still flowers sprouting out everywhere,
when the colours of autumn smoulder in the trees.
VII
When the colours of autumn smoulder in the trees
with branches being full of coloured leaves,
the sun is still heating as in summer
before the first biting winds begin to whine.
I see opened pod upon opened pod
that lays brown scorched without any signs of seeds,
the dull blue sky has clouds in milky white,
trees become a wild watermill
that is halfway skeleton, halfway still carrying leaves,
afternoons are still drawn out
and even when days earlier end in winter
it’s a time without equal,
as if the summer can last forever,
in the Highveld with the sky cobalt blue and open.
poem by Gert Strydom
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I Aint Gonna Work On Maggies Farm No More
(bob dylan)
I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more
I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more
I wake up every morning
Hold my hands and pray for rain
Ive got a head full of ideas
Driving me insane
Its a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
Well, I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more
Well, I aint gonna work for maggies brother no more
I aint gonna work for maggies brother no more
He hands you a nickel
He hands you a dime
He asks you and your friends
If youre having a good time
He blames you every time you slam the door
Well, I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more
Well, I aint gonna work for maggies pa no more
I aint gonna work for maggies pa no more
He stubs his cigarette out in your face just for kicks
His bedroom window is made out of bricks
And the national guard are standing at his door
Well, I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more
Well, I aint gonna work for maggies mother no more
I aint gonna work for maggies mother no more
She talks to all the servants about man and God and law
And everybody swears shes the brains behind pa
Shes sixty-eight, but claims shes twenty-four
Well, I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more
Well, I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more
I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more
I try so hard to be just who I am
But everybody wants you to be just like them
They say see, while youre playing I get bored ? ?
Well, I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more
I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more
I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more
I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more
I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more
song performed by by Waterboys
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My Precious One
My precious one
look how the stars shine bright
in the evening sky
look how the clouds whitely painted
in the huge blue sky
look how the fishes joyfully swim
in the deep blue sea.
My precious one
if I camnot make you see
the beauty of the universe
how would I dare to tell everyone
about it.
My precious one
look how my heart wishes to see you happy
if I cannot see you happy
how would I be glad to see anyone else happy.
My precious one
you're my precious one
and will always be...
My precious one
I beg you please
be the happiest one
in this universe.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Outside Your Window
Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I feel the seconds slowly pass,
Whilst you I anxiously await.
And behind the glowing glass;
I glimpsed a fading candlelight.
And I with hope was filled and so:
Wished I for love and life this night.
Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I see through the looking glass,
To find my missing soulmate.
And when the light finally flew;
When darkness swamped the room:
A wide smile on my face drew;
And waited I for you to bloom.
Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I feel my feelings all amass,
As I your beauty contemplate.
Seconds felt forever;
Nor beauty I did see.
All alone my eyes did glitter;
Whilst wondering where you would be!
Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I walked on in your impasse;
Wishing it's not yet too late.
Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I lonesome stood for long alas!
And didn't notice your window grate.
Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I tried to drag out of that morass,
Myself; and my lost senses locate.
Outside Her Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I watched my heart swiftly by a lass,
Gets stolen; and did my soul sedate.
Outside Her Window;
I still pass by everyday.
Outside Her Window;
I can't just turn and walk away.
Outside Her Window;
I still have hope that she might show.
Outside Her Window;
I watch my life pass by so slow.
Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I once awaited you alone all night.
But now I know: it's just too late!
poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd
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Maybe It's Love
I
The sun once blushed and was aware of you and me
where the river meanders away
while we were kissing each other,
where a finch twittered like an intruder
I took you by the hand,
we splashed laughing into the river
along the riverbank
but no water could was our sin away
When we undressed totally naked
you embraced me for indefinable pleasure
and we discovered each other as man and woman
your sin, became my sin
and I did not want to give up this experience;
it was wonderful to lie on the grass.
II
It was wonderful to lie on the grass
when your were right against me,
to catch you into memory,
it was wonderful to have you right against me
and I wonder how to say it in words
when I was holding you until darkness
knowing you in everything, even every small happening
when it felt as if I could not deny you anything
with the sun is high in the sky,
with bees flying to flowers in the garden,
with the splashing water of the pool throw shadows,
the clouds big and white sailing past
and God moving His hands over His canvas
in colours of blue, orange and bright red.
III
In colours of blue, orange and bright red
a whole world lies between you and me,
the world is adorned at sunset
when I cannot get you out of my thoughts,
as if I see your shining eyes
comprehending the feeling in them,
the way that you hold your head
causes me to take my whole life into examination
as if that which was and still is between us
are forever reaching out for answers and to each other,
I become aware of my deep longing,
I want to stroke my fingers through your hair.
Not one of us really comprehended the meaning
when you walked out of my life.
IV
When you walked out of my life
and I knew that you still loved me
there was big pain in it
but you did not let out anything about your feelings
and although you knew then, years later you would really realize
where the end of your, of our happiness started
and nothing would have let you come to your senses,
things changed when you slammed the door.
Now more than twenty years later
you are just as pretty as you had been then,
nothing has really changed in our feelings,
there are still stars in your eyes when you laugh,
I can see how well you fit into my life,
I am still in love with in a way that I feel for no other.
V
I am still in love with in a way that I feel for no other
when the jacarandas outside marry in purple dresses,
with the winter fleeing
and I sincerely do love you.
How eager I am to let you see this beauty,
of the whole city standing in glory,
the odour that suddenly fold around you,
raising from the streets
but you are more than a thousand miles away
in another lovely world, with a own beauty
to where I want to go sometimes,
but only experience can let you adore these trees,
can let you be aware of perfect day upon perfect day;
where I lift my eyes to the creator God.
VI
I lift my eyes to the creator God
praying for Him to be with you,
when I was on my knees this morning,
while I was missing you.
At church there was communion
where I could share in his sacrifice
and my thoughts strayed to you
where I imagined us just married,
my prayers went to Christ Jesus
and our relationship and you I entrusted to Him
where as high priest He serves before His Father,
I asked for His blessing and care over you
but was yearning for moments with you,
even if you wait until the winter of our lives.
VII
Even if you wait until the winter of our lives
before you want to come back to me,
I am waiting day and night
and wish the time to past quickly
and then that cold time
will be a summer for us
and continually
we will laugh in days without fear
loving each other
as if there’s no end to time
and together we will start a life
with a holy bond
but I have got to keep to your wishes;
the sun once blushed and was aware of you and me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Beauty Yes Beauty
Beauty yes beauty
I can not put
My hands on it
It is not in the flower
In it not in war
It is not in the poem
Beauty ay yes beauty
I can not put
My heart on it
It is not in the breath no
It is not in the blood no
It is not in the skin no
Beauty yes beauty
I can not put my hands on it.
poem by David E. Patton
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Fine Face with Five Flowers: Gita-Govinda
These lips of thine really bear similarity
with the beauty of flower Bandhū ka.
O Self-esteemed Lady!
Thy comely cheeks compile the lustres of Madhū ka.
Manifesting the beauty
of blue lotuses, thy eyes are very lovely.
The stature of Tila flower, thy nose bears.
Thy teeth, O My Dear!
spread the radiance of Kunda flower.
Serving thy fine face with these five flowers,
the Flower-shafted Love-god Cupid
conquers the entire universe indeed.
poem by Harekrishna Meher
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Actual Beauty!
Beauty without love will meet with the fate of Dorian Gray!
Beauty is the outer make up to make one look better;
Actual beauty differs from apparent one in almost all cases.
Actual beauty is inner love glowing bright out attractive at once;
True beauty is inner beauty naturally impressive in all respects.
Beauty lies in the perfection of thoughts, words and deeds in all;
Beauty is truth, perfection, love, freedom, joy and peace in one!
Art is a work of beauty as adequate expression only can complete it;
Poetry is an art as it makes beauty out of chaos logically meaningful.
Architectural work of Pyramid or Pisa is a frozen beauty of symmetry!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Decalogue Of The Artist
I. You shall love beauty, which is the shadow of God
over the Universe.
II.There is no godless art. Although you love not the
Creator, you shall bear witness to Him creating His likeness.
III.You shall create beauty not to excite the senses
but to give sustenance to the soul.
IV. You shall never use beauty as a pretext for luxury
and vanity but as a spiritual devotion.
V. You shall not seek beauty at carnival or fair
or offer your work there, for beauty is virginal
and is not to be found at carnival or fair.
VI. Beauty shall rise from your heart in song,
and you shall be the first to be purified.
VII.The beauty you create shall be known
as compassion and shall console the hearts of men.
VIII.You shall bring forth your work as a mother
brings forth her child: out of the blood of your heart.
IX. Beauty shall not be an opiate that puts you
to sleep but a strong wine that fires you to action,
for if you fail to be a true man or a true woman,
you will fail to be an artist.
X. Each act of creation shall leave you humble,
for it is never as great as your dream and always
inferior to that most marvelous dream of God
which is Nature.
poem by Gabriela Mistral
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Through The Eyes Of A Poet
Through the eyes of a poet
The stars shone so brightly
the moonbeams danced across the wave
flickering lights spreads its glow
into the deepest darkest night
starlight’s shining deep into the night
until the flicker of dawn
rays of sunshine spread across the land
warming the grass the sand
one looks upon the beauty
that mother nature displays
in rainbows of colours
that splash across the day
winds whisper softly in the breeze
butterfly gently flutter in its wake
dancing and swaying to the midsummer breeze
one sighs as we feel the sunshine warm on our face
embracing the beauty that sprawls its splendor around me
Then high above the sky painted
In colours by the hands of our Lord father from above
Shines the rainbow of colours
To remind us the beauty
Of the Earth
Our mother land
poem by Kaila George
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Shiny Happy People
Shiny happy people laughing
Meet me in the crowd
People people
Throw your love around
Love me love me
Take it into town
Happy happy
Put it in the ground
Where the flowers grow
Gold and silver shine
Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people laughing
Everyone around love them, love them
Put it in your hands
Take it take it
Theres no time to cry
Happy happy
Put it in your heart
Where tomorrow shines
Gold and silver shine
Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people laughing
song performed by by REM
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