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[21 May 2009|11:04pm] |
Mon coeur s'ouvre a ta voix
Comme s'ouvrent les fleurs
Aux baisers de l'aurore!
Mais, o mon bien-aime,
Pour mieux secher mes pleurs,
Que ta voix parle encore!
Dis moi qu'a Dalila tu reviens
Pour jamais!
Redis a ma tendresse
Les serments d’autrefois,
Ces serments que j’aimais
Ah! reponds a ma tendresse
Verse-moi, verse moi l'ivresse!
Reponds a ma tendresse!
Dalila, Dalila, je t'aime!
Ainsi qu'on voit des bles
Les epis onduler
Sous la brise legere,
Ainsi fremis mon Coeur,
Pret a se consoler.
A ta voix qui m'est chere!
La fleche est moins rapide a porter le trepas,
Que ne l'est ton amante a voler
Dans tes bras!
Ah! reponds, reponds a ma tendresse
Ah! verse moi, verse moi l'ivresse!
Dalila, Dalila, je t'aime!
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[10 May 2009|09:14pm] |
我不是好大学生。我喜欢中文但我不是巧妙的。
幸福的母亲节 :3
i need more practice. hurrrr. i'm forgetting a lot of the grammar stuff.
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[17 Apr 2009|04:14pm] |
(Juno was mad, he knew he'd been had so he shot at the sun with a gun
Shot at the sun with a gun
Shot as his wily one only friend)
In the ghettos or the gallows
In the town or the meadow
In the billows, even over the sun
Every end of a time is another begun
You understand mechanical hands are the ruler of everything
The ruler of everything
I'm the ruler of everything in the end
Do you like how I dance? I have zirconium pants
(Consequential enough to send you into a trance)
Do you like how I walk? Do you like how I talk?
Do you like how my face (disintegrates into chalk?)
I have a wonderful wife, I have a powerful job
She criticizes me for being egocentric, ha ha ha
(Practice your mannerisms into the wall)
If this mirror were clearer, I'd be standing so tall
(Saw you slobber over clovers on the side of the hill)
I was observing the birds!
(Circling for the kill!)
(I've been you. I know that your facade is a scam.)
You know you're making me cry. This is the way that I am.
I've been living a lie, a metamorphical scheme.
(Detective undercover brotherhood, objective obscene.)
Oh... no... oh... oh... yeah.
Do you hear the flibbity jibber jabber with an oh my god I've got to get out of here or I'll have another word to sell another story to tell another timepiece ringing the bell
Do you hear the clock stop when you've reached the end no you know it must be neverending comprehend if you can but understand that you resemble a fool although you're only a man so give it up and smile
Do you understand mechanical hands are the ruler of everything?
The ruler of everything?
I'm the ruler of everything in the end.
Without looking down, gliding around, like a bumbling dragon I'll fly
Scraping my face on the sky
Oh... no... oh... oh... yeah.
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[01 Feb 2009|11:27pm] |
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And one by one I drowned all of the people I had been
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[26 Oct 2008|10:56pm] |
Союз нерушимый республик свободных
Сплотила навеки Великая Русь!
Да здравствует созданный волей народов
Единый, могучий Советский Союз!
ПРИПЕВ:
Славься, Отечество наше свободное,
Дружбы народов надёжный оплот!
Партия Ленина — сила народная
Нас к торжеству коммунизма ведёт!
2.
Сквозь грозы сияло нам солнце свободы,
И Ленин великий нам путь озарил:
На правое дело он поднял народы,
На труд и на подвиги нас вдохновил!
ПРИПЕВ
3.
В победе бессмертных идей коммунизма
Мы видим грядущее нашей страны,
И Красному знамени славной Отчизны
Мы будем всегда беззаветно верны!
ПРИПЕВ
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[30 Sep 2008|03:37pm] |
ron paul is the lion of the savannah, hunched down behind the gently swaying wildgrass as he watches his prey. it is an antelope, and it is freedom, waiting with consistent patience for the lion to open its bloody maw and render it to pieces of liberty.
ron paul is a giant monster-baby who with one siren wail can call to arms the military of millions willing and ready to give their lives for their country. he grows twenty thousand feet when agitated and destroys small coastal cities, ravaging and pillaging and raping and destroying everything in his path with acts of unspeakable, insatiable bloodlust. then, just as the dust has settled over the charred and gnawed bones of the oppressive minorities, ron paul will open one of his seven mouths, and with them will herald the beginning of a newer and darker babylon.
ron paul has delivered over four thousand babies into this war-torn universe. ron paul has eaten every last one. from their pink and squalling youth he harvests the strength and vicious power of a chimera.
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