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Room after room,
I hunt the house through
We inhabit together.
Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her,
Next time, herself!—not the trouble behind her
Left in the curtain, the couch's perfume!
As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew,—
Yon looking-glass gleamed at the wave of her feather.

Yet the day wears,
And door succeeds door;
I try the fresh fortune—
Range the wide house from the wing to the centre.
Still the same chance! she goes out as I enter.
Spend my whole day in the quest,—who cares?
But 'tis twilight, you see,—with such suites to explore,
Such closets to search, such alcoves to importune!

We cannot live, except thus mutually
We alternate, aware or unaware,
The reflex act of life: and when we bear
Our virtue onward most impulsively,
Most full of invocation, and to be
Most instantly compellant, certes, there
We live most life, whoever breathes most air
And counts his dying years by sun and sea.
But when a soul, by choice and conscience, doth
Throw out her full force on another soul,
The conscience and the concentration both make
mere life, Love. For Life in perfect whole
And aim consummated, is Love in sooth,
As nature's magnet-heat rounds pole with pole.

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Flies with a broken wing, she's ever so graceful, so like an angel,
but I see, tears flow quietly.

The struggle she's seen this spring, when nothing comes dancing,
paying a handsome fee, and still she smiles at me.

And I can't take it, no I can't help but wonder...

Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
How do you break a heart of gold?
Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
Heroes of tales unsung, untold.

Sweet as an angel sings, she gives though she has none left but the last one, free, unhesitatingly.

And I am humbled, I'm a broken mirror, and I can't help but wonder...

Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
How do you break a heart of gold?
Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
Heroes of tales unsung, untold.

Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
Why when they walk with love alone?
Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
Just trying to find their way home.

Sori.
Oikeesti pahoillani kaikest
anteeks et tajusin vast täs vaihees.
Pakko päästä purkaa sydntä täst aiheest
oon pahoillani täst kaikest.
sori.



Sori muuntelu:P

Huomenna helsinkiin esittelemään irokeesiä hesalaisille viikonlopuks:D

I'm sorry dudes, but i will come to be last mohican. You can see it to my hear style..

Tunge positiivinen ajattelu hanuriisi
kierrän kriisiryhmänne kaukaa
älä tyrkytä minulle terapiaa
kaada lisää paskaa mun niskaan
mua vituttaa niin ankarasti
aamusta iltaan
vituttaa, on kaikki turhaa
vittu kun vituttaa

Älä loihe mulle lausumaan
kauniita sanoja
älä saatana tule antamaan
mitään vitun tukea

Nyt vaa vituttaa, ei vois paljoa muuta sanoa.. Mut sentäs oon saanu kutsun taidon sm-kisoihin:D pitäis harjotella hokeita kisoihin, mut mites harjottelee ku harkoissa ei vaa harjotella.. ja sit ku tekee yksin nii ei siitä tuu mitää, ku tekee kaikki virheetki..

Täl viikolon ollu joka aamu ja ilta maha kipeenä, enkä tiiä mikä on ollu. Mut nyt on onneks alkanu helpottaa:)

Tänääpä aattelin mennä potkii palloa tohon kisapuistoo ja rääkkää reisiä viel lisää, ku tiistain jälkee mul on ollu reidet ja kädet kipeenä. Mut tänää ne on viel enemmän sen jälkee ku käyn potkimas palloa ja illal on harkat:D