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that is how dreams end

is this the end...The end....??i hope not...


I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high and life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving

Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tore your hope apart
As they turn your dreams to shame

He slept a summer by my side
He filled my dreams with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came


And still I dream he'd come to me
That we would live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be
So different from the hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed

I Dreamed A Dream Lyrics: i dreamed a dream lyrics 20090415213607

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poems i love..4

 All that is gold
    J. R. R. Tolkien

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.[
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A Simple Child,
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?

I met a little cottage Girl:
She was eight years old, she said;
Her hair was thick with many a curl
That clustered round her head  
She had a rustic, woodland air,
And she was wildly clad:
Her eyes were fair, and very fair;
--Her beauty made me glad.

"Sisters and brothers, little Maid,
How many may you be?"
"How many? Seven in all," she said
And wondering looked at me.

"And where are they? I pray you tell."
She answered, "Seven are we;
And two of us at Conway dwell,
And two are gone to sea.

"Two of us in the church-yard lie,
My sister and my brother;
And, in the church-yard cottage, I
Dwell near them with my mother."

"You say that two at Conway dwell,
And two are gone to sea,
Yet ye are seven!--I pray you tell,
Sweet Maid, how this may be."

Then did the little Maid reply,
"Seven boys and girls are we;
Two of us in the church-yard lie,
Beneath the church-yard tree."

"You run above, my little Maid,
Your limbs they are alive;
If two are in the church-yard laid,
Then ye are only five."

"Their graves are green, they may be seen,"
The little Maid replied,
"Twelve steps or more from my mother's door,
And they are side by side.

"My stockings there I often knit,
My kerchief there I hem;
And there upon the ground I sit,
And sing a song to them.

"And often after sun-set, Sir,
When it is light and fair,
I take my little porringer,
And eat my supper there.

"The first that died was sister Jane;
In bed she moaning lay,
Till God released her of her pain;
And then she went away.

"So in the church-yard she was laid;
And, when the grass was dry,
Together round her grave we played,
My brother John and I.

"And when the ground was white with snow,
And I could run and slide,
My brother John was forced to go,
And he lies by her side."

"How many are you, then," said I,
"If they two are in heaven?"
Quick was the little Maid's reply,
"O Master! we are seven."

"But they are dead; those two are dead!
Their spirits are in heaven!"
'Twas throwing words away; for still
The little Maid would have her will,
And said, "Nay, we are seven!"
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Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste, 
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.


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A Divine Image       William Blake


Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secresy the human dress.

The human dress is forged iron,
The human form a fiery forge,
The human face a furnace sealed,
The human heart its hungry gorge. 

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 The Huntsman by Edward Lowbury


Kagwa hunted the lion,

Through bush and forest went his spear.
One day he found the skull of a man
And said to it, "how did you come here?"
and the skull answered, "talking brought me here.'

Kagwa hurried home, Went to the king's chair and spoke,
"In the forest I found a talking skull"
The king went silent, then he said slowly,
"Never since I was born of my mother
have I seen or heard of a skull which spoke."

The king called out his guards,
"Two of you now go with him
and find this talking skull;
but if his tale is a lie
and the skull speaks no word,
this Kagwa himself must die"

They rode into the forest;
For days and nights they found nothing.
At last they saw the skull; Kagwa
Said to it "How did you come here?"
The skull said nothing. Kagwa implored,
But the skull said nothing.

The guards said, "Kneel down"
They killed him with sword and spear.
Then the skull opened its mouth,
"Huntsman, how did you come here?"
and the dead man answered,
'Talking brought me here"


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my time here

i joined ep...i dont know when..i think its bin months..

 i ve to leave not bcoz i want to...(not dat i m not having the time of my life here... being told dat my parents abondened me when i was a child..n i was attention seeking rude girl....a manly one who is into girls...n many more i dont remember.n as luty said...dat i m like dat bcoz ders no one to love me)


i enjoyed me stay here..wid wonderful amazing ppl on many of u many ideas so many different thoughts...( diferent kinds of insults..) well everything was great...n i must say...

I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.
i have to leave coz i wont b able to get online altogether...but when i can...i will...
during my stay here...i behaved one word u can say...i behaved as i always do...i m ashmed to realize  n acknowledge dat i caused many bad momnts n many fights in de room...if it had not bin fr me..i m sure ud  all ve enjoyed beter....
why did i behave like dat....i ve many excuses n each lamer den de other... i m just this way..which I know, is not de best or an approprite way to be...but i cant help it...i m de way i am..
no need to say...u try to behave.....i ve tried to try..n i cant even try to try...
no words can truly show my ...enormous regret fr my actions...
i just want to say..i am sorry for being wat i am..i m sorry for not being wat i shud be...belive me it never felt gud to be me...its not one of de best feelings when u suck at everything u do...may be..i sucked more den any one else in the histry of sucking..

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