Tonight as I struggle to sleep
All I can do is think of you
Wanting to hold you in my arms
And make sweet love to you.
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Tears slowly cloud my world
As I hold my pillow tight
Wishing you were beside me
To make things right.
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I cry myself to sleep
Having dreams of you
You lying beside me
And cuddling me too.
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We looked into each other’s eyes
And that’s all it took
A night of passionate love
We could have wrote a book.
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I’ve never felt more loved
Than I did this one night
It was just perfect
And things felt so right.
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Then I felt my pillow damp
The tears had fell like rain
I realized you weren’t there
Then I felt the pain.
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Once again, Only a dream
That had seemed so real
The tears now unbearable
Will my Heart ever heal?
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Love Makes The World Go Round
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I listen and give imput only if somebody asks.
Barbara Bush
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Lack of discipline leads only to frustration and self loathing.
Marie Chaplan
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He that has no rule over his own spirit is like a city that is broken down and without walls.
The Bible
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There is little that can withstand a man who can conquer himself.
Louis X1V
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A little kingdom I possess, where thoughts and feelings dwell;
And very hard the task I find of governing it well.
Louisa May Alcott
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The man who masters his own soul will forever be called conqueror of conquerors.
Plautus
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You must learn to be still in the midst of activity and to be vibrantly alive in response.
Indira Ghandi
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Love Makes The World Go Round
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I saw a snowdrop on the bed,
Green taper leaves among;
White as the driven snow, its head
On the slim stalk was hung.
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The wintry wind came sweeping o’er,
A bitter tempest blew:
The snow-drop faded- never more
To glitter with the dew.

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I saw a smiling infant laid
In its fond mother’s arma;
Around its rosy cheeks there played
A thousanddimpling charms

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A bitter pain was sent to take
The smiling babe away;
How did its little bosom shake,
As in a fit it lay!

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Its beating heart was quickly stopped,
And in the earth so cold,
I saw the little coffin dropped,
And covered up with mould.

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Dear little children, who may read
This mournful story through,
Remember, death may come with speed,
And bitter pains, for you.
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Love Makes The World Go Round
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No longer the beautiful day
Is cheerful, and pleasant and bright,
The shadows of evening grey,
and closed in the darkness of night.
The din of employment is o’er,
Not a sound, not a whisper is heard;
The wagon-bell tinkles no more,
And still is the song of the bird.
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The landscape, once blooming and fair
With every gay colour inlaid;
The landscape, indeed, is still there,
But its fair colours are shade.
The sun sinking under the hill,
Is gone other mornings to make;
The bustle of business is still;
Only sorrow and sin are awake.

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The busy hand, busy no more,
Is sunk from its labours to rest,
Closed tight is each window and door,
Where once the gay passengers pressed.
The houses of frolic and fun
Are empty, and desolate all;
The din of the coaches is done,
And the weary horse rests in his stall.
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Just such in the season of death,
Which comes upon each of us fast!
The bosom can’t flutter with breath,
When life’s little day-time is past.
The blood freezes cold in its vein,
the heart sinks for ever to rest;
Not a fancy flits over the brain,
Nor a sigh finds its way from the breast.
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The tongue stiff and silent is grown,
The pale lips move never again;
The smile and the dimple are flown,
And the voice both of pleasure and pain.
Clay-cold the once feverish head,
The eye’s pleasant flashing has ceased;
And narrow and dark is the bed
Where comes the grave-worm to his feast.

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But as, from the silence and gloom,
Another gay morning shall rise,
So, bursting awake from the tomb,
We shall mount far away to the skies.
And those who with meekness and prayer,
In the paths of religion have trod,
Shall worship all glorious there,
Among the archangels of God.
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Love Makes The World Go Round
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