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I shall imagine life
is not worth dying, if
(and when)roses complain
their beauties are in vainBut though mankind persuades
itself that every weed's
a rose, roses(you feel
certain)will only smile
Me up at does
out of the floor
quietly Starea poisoned mouse
still who alive
is asking What
have i done thatYou wouldn't have
Hear ye! the godless are the dull and the dull are the damned.
to be nobody-but-myself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make me everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight, and never stop fighting
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fearnot fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is youhere is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apartcarry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
when god decided to invent
everything he took one
breath bigger than a circus tent
and everything beganwhen man determined to destroy
himself he picked the was
of shall and finding only why
smashed it into because