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"What divine music she lured out of the old violin--merry and sad, gay and sorrowful by turns, music such as the stars of morning might have made singing together, music that the fairies might have danced to in their revels among the green hills or on yellow sands, music that might have mourned over the grave of a dead hope. Then she drifted into a still sweeter strain. As he listened to it he rea...

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  • Cicadas and gulls, they scrape on the hull. The land and the sea, they're distant from me. I'm in the sky. Thoughts are like pearls and flags are unfurled when we're in the dark. I'll ride you like the ark because you're mine. Maps can be poems when you're on your own and distance is braille and all that entails. I'm in the sky, sky, sky. Empty as a page, as high as a stage, as full as a room, when we're in the spoon. FEIST
  • I know which place I'm from-I know my home. When I'm in doubt and struggling, that's where I go. An old friend can give advice when new friends only know a half story. That's why I'm always keep them tight and why I'm okay.
  • Don't you worry, there my honey. We might not have any money but we've got our love to pay the bills. Maybe I think you're cute and funny, Maybe I wanna do what bunnies do with you, If you know what I mean. ~ Ingrid Michaelson
  • Used to tell Ma sometimes when I see them riding blinds, gonna make me a home out in the wind. In the wind, Lord in the wind-make me a home out in the wind. I don’t like it in the wind, wanna go back home again. But I can’t go home thisaway; Thisaway, Lord Lord Lord. I can’t go home this away. I was young when I left home and I been out rambling ‘round. And I never wrote a letter to my home; to my home, Lord Lord Lord. And I never wrote a letter to my home. ~ Bob Dylan/Matt Hornell
  • For the Lord is good. His unfailing love continues forever, and his faithfulness continues to each generation. Ps 100:5
  • I can't take my eyes off of you ~Damien Rice
  • If I were a cinnamon peeler, I would ride your bed and leave the yellow bark dust on your pillow. ~ Michael Ondaatje
  • When first I saw the love light in your eye, I dreamt the world held naught but joy for me and even though we drifted far apart I never dream, but what I dream of thee. I love you as I never loved before since first I met you on the village green. Come to me or my dream of love is o'er. I love you as I loved you when you were sweet, when you were sweet sixteen. Last night I dreamt I held your hand in mine and once again you were my happy bride. I kissed you as I did in Auld Lang Syne as to the church we wandered side by side.
  • Come out of sadness, from wherever you've been. Come broken hearted let rescue begin. Come find your mercy, Oh sinner, come kneel; Earth has no sorrow that heaven can't heal. So lay down your burdens, lay down your shame. All who are broken lift up your face. Oh wanderer come home, you're not too far. So lay down your hurt, lay down your heart, come as you are. There's hope for the hopeless and all those who've strayed. Come sit at the table, come taste the grace. There's rest for the weary, rest that endures; Earth has no sorrow that heaven can't cure. So lay down your burdens, lay down your shame. All who are broken lift up your face. Oh wanderer come home, you're not too far. Lay down your hurt, lay down your heart. Come as you are, fall in His arms. Come as you are, there's joy for the morning. Oh sinner, be still; Earth has no sorrow that heaven can't heal. Earth has no sorrow that heaven can't heal
aug 14 2016 ∞
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