And I wonder how Franklin felt in '42. The war's still new but I'm tired of fighting. Bloody boys sobbing fears all somehow died brave men. Exalted then, so wrong yet somehow inviting.
I'm sure you're in a lot of pain. But it's supposed to feel this way. I never did this to you. . Despite the beauty we create. I just can't stand beneath your weight.
She's breaking up, she's falling down. She's holding her fists up now. Her eyes meet my face but we don't look the same. . She walks away on bloody knees.
Memory conveys that you were something to be. When you weren't held captive in an aged body. You had a family that needed you and job security. You had everything a man could ever need.
Oh rowan tree, oh rowan tree. Thou'lt aya be dear to thee. Entwined thou art wi' many ties. O'hame and infancy. Thy leaves were aye the first of spring.
Child of grace you wait for me. Out across the starlit see. My heart's a boat. You're love's a lighthouse. It shines so brightly. If stars could wonder.
Late at night, all alone in the bathroom. You're freaking out. 'Cause you just can't control everything. That happens around you. . Set in stone with no proof of validity.
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Ken ye the gloaming hour. Doon by the willows weeping. Doon whaur the broon trout's rising. Ripples o'er the burn. . Can you hear the bonnie lark. Ca'ing o'er the blooming heather.
A street car named Desire. Lights the lights on the funeral pyre. Madame Duvall is not retired. Shes looting Brandos Jeans. . Top hat coat tail. Call the baron if all else fails.
O my Luve's like a red, red rose,. That's newly sprung in June:. O my Luve's like the melodie,. That's sweetly play'd in tune.. . As fair art thou, my bonie lass,.
As I gaed doon tae Strichen toon. I met a fair maid mourning. She was makin sair complaint. For her true love ne'r returning. Mormond Braes where heather grows.
Jeune reine, ple reine,. Reine plus pale quun cygne. Ton jardin fleuri est-il?. . En ta fin. Gt ton commencement. Ta nef tousjours tattend. . Flight the falcon fly the dart.
Mad Lizzie she is waiting for the setting of the sun. Her mind is on the morrow and the ordeal yet to come. twelve times the moon has lit its weary way across the sky.
The Lady Nairn provided four. The Sheep's Heid Inn provided more. The kirk saw me at half a score. As drunk as drunk could be!. The company then drank to me.
When I've done my work of day, and I row my boat away. Doun the waters of Loch Tay as the evening sun is sinking,. Then I look toward Ben Lawers, where the after glories glow.
It was a cold dark morning when I bid Tranent adieu. I braved the snow to Fisherow tae Stags for a pint or two. Then in you walked as bold as brass wi a boy, you seemed over the moon.
This is my story. This is my song. It's a long way from Gorgie. To the fields o' the Somme. Where they played tunes of glory. As we marched along. The pals o' the Sporting Battalion.
One for the sailing ship safe cross the sea. One for the Hessian's bold company. One for the soldier who will follow me. One for the rightful king whoever he may be.
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