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~~Lyrics

~ Delightful Four ~

"Silence in the night."

Breath. I miss breathing.

Heart. I miss pulsing.

Silence. I miss you.

With my eye of unrest appreciate

I decay my clarity.

God! God! God!

Eli Eli Lama Sabactani!

I made made of earth,

And to earth I shall return.

I didn't choose to come here,

And I will not have power to stay.

I'm a mere blink throw the dust,

My time will agonize it's rust.

Why we die? It's easy!

Death is nothing than a sweet gift,

To end our pain and fear.

Death is nothing than a sweet gift,

That saves from boring ever life.

Why we live than? It's not so easy!

Life is more than you can imagine.

Life is a second.

God! God! God!

Eli Eli Lama Sabactani!

My eye of silent frequence

Stirs inside.

A requiem of forgiveness I call from You!

Clean this sinner of his unholy presence

And freeze my whisper!

God, I'm You! And You are Me!

Still near Us an otherkind I see!

H4

~~I Sit and Think~~

I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall never see.

For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.

But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.

~~J.R.R.Tolkien~~

H3

~~All the World's a Stage~~

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

~~William Shakespeare~~

H2

~~All That Is Gold Does Not Glitter~~

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.

~~J.R.R.Tolkien~~