The myriad choices of his fateSet themselves out upon a plateFor him to chooseWhat had he to lose
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It's a breath you took too late.It's a death that's worse than fate.
We should get jerseys, cause we make a good team; but yours would look better than mine, cause you're outta my league.
As long as music survives, poetry will never die.
I heard the voice of that bird, son of Polypas, whose piercing outcryand whose arrival announces to men the season when fieldsare plowed, and the voice of her broke the heart that darkens within me,since other men posess my flourishing acres now,and not for me are the mules dragging the plow through the grainland,since I have given my heart to the restless seafarer's life.
A song and a smile from someone I cared about could be enough to distract me from all that darkness, if only for a little while.
If the music is amazing, you can get away with anything.
It isn't 'Too late now', shouldn't it be 'From now on'? That is the password that will take away the regret.
Sink, suffer, self-destruct Rise stronger, reconstruct
Sometimes we focus on the lyrics too much and forget to dance to the music.
When something seems unbalanced and out of rhythm, just a song can tune things up in a moment. The power of music is therapy.
I'm not like themBut I can pretend
Loneliness is a crowded room,Full of open hearts turned to stone,All together all alone
Music replays the past memories, awaken our forgotten worlds and make our minds travel.
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it this brokenness inside me might start healing. Out here its like I'm someone else, I thought that maybe I could find myself if I could just come in I swear I'll leave. Won't take nothing but a memory from the house that built me.
I've finally decided to write about profit for a changeBut before I really started I already started to feel lameBaby what's it to a beast who manely to money remains untamed
She's no angel.He's no saint.
All the faces on the photographs have changed,To not confuse it all, the names remain the same