Farewell!
I love, therefore, I live.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.
Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves
Christmas carol announcing the return to the garden for the children and creatures of God!
Golden child of a golden night
what's lost and dead
it is found and safe
Love at last will reign
among us, all creatures alike
great and small our brothers in God
Golden child of a golden night
what's lost and dead
it is found and safe
Return to the garden
that's new and pure
Our shield from malice
is the knowledge Divine!
Chorus:
No more death
no regrets
come light of our days
Discovery and peace
in the absence of love
grew large the tree of life
It took over 2000 years after Christ for women to be empowered as full individuals
This is what happens with tequila...
A simple tune for an Ibiza afternoon
A happy world begins with you.
If you want to be free, stay in the moment here with me.
A morning in bed tune
Be careful with appearances. Learn to read the signs in your mind and ignore those outside.
Piano on the rocks. Fun, fun, fun
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