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John Willy Kopperud

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It\'s All Over Now, Baby Blue Bob Dylan You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire in the sun. Look out the saints are comin\' through And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. All your reindeer armies, are all going home. The lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor. The carpet, too, is moving under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you\'ve left, they will not follow you. The vagabond who\'s rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you...

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SweetSong

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SweetSadnessS

SweetSadness

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Olly Komenda Soentgerath

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Olly Komenda Soentgerath was born as German in Prague. She studied Germanistik and History at the Karl University. First poems appeared in the \"Prager day sheet\". In the Federal Republic of Germany she published so far ten poem volumes and a Prosaband. Seifert translated her poems into Czech and published them in three volumes in Prague two years before she received the 1984 Nobelprize. The poems of Olly Komenda Soentgerath were published in numerous anthologies, newspapers and magazines. They were toned and translated into several languages - the authoress is member of the PEN- club.She won several literary awards kept among others being the Culture Prize for Bibliography 1992 endowed by the Free State of Bavaria; the Honour Gift of Andreas Gryphius; and in 1996 the Kuenstlergilde endowed by the Federal Ministry of the Inside.

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Sheets

de Robotean Darius Christian

Sheets Știa unde îmi erau așternuturile de pat. Cel mai ascuns și intim loc dintr-o casă este întotdeauna locul unde iți ții așternuturile. Cred că ele dețin urmele fostelor fantome care ți-au dormit...

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Blocnotesul auriu

de Sorin Lupu

găsești despre mine ce vrei și ce nu vrei în blocnotesul galben din geantă ăla ăla cu dungă verde-n mijloc prins cu două capse pe centrul benzilor laterale mm 150x210 fogli 70 sheets 60 g/mp ce de...

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Et si tu n'existais pas

de Miruna Gavriliu

‘This woman does not exist’ - it said – ‘Her no-name is written all over my feathers On the smallest of my scales On the length of my hairs - Plus, she’s mocking the weather No eye of the storm When...

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Scrisoarea IV - vers Engleza

de Mihai Eminescu

See the tall and lonely castle mirrored in the placid lake, \'Neath those waters does its shadow through the ages never wake, Silently above the pine-tress rise its ancient rampart stark, Throwing...

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Inbox(3)

de Laurentiu Blaga

Motto: “Creșterea în oferta de PC-uri va fi mai lentă în 2005. Distribuția de PC-uri va fi mai lentă pe plan mondial în anul 2005, dar va prezenta totuși o creștere de 9% pe parcursul acestui an....

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Albert Einstein\'s Words on Spirituality and Religion

de Albert Einstein

(The following quotes are taken from The Quotable Einstein, Princeton University Press unless otherwise noted) \"My religion consists of a humble admiration of the illimitable superior spirit who...

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comfortable sheet

de dan mihuț

mi-ar fi părut bine să curăț cartofi la căldură să rotesc încet lama cuțitului după pulpă aș fi așteptat să se scurgă șpanul maro un rahat de câine, tot eu să mă uit la mine mut, un soldat care s-a...

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All that I might be

de Florea Ana-Maria

I am a sheet of paper, Dropping out of a book, Leaving words behind, Never to return to them. My song is that of the wind, Disturbing letters in a text. I\'ll be waiting, Down here, Never to raise...

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Sonnet VIII

de William Shakespeare

Music to hear, why hear\'st thou music sadly? Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy. Why lovest thou that which thou receivest not gladly, Or else receivest with pleasure thine annoy? If...

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Jenny m-a îmbrățișat

de Cosmin Saveanu

Original (de la http://www.charleswelty.com/authors/hunt.htm) Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in! Say...

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Rondeau

de James Henry Leigh Hunt

Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in: Say I\'m weary, say I\'m sad, Say that health and wealth have...

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de-ale covorului zburător

de Florina Daniela Florea

de pe la 10.59 niciun excel nu mai împrăștie monștri aliniați în formule sortați descrescător în rimă deloc întâmplător de la coșmar la înjurătură zac de prea multă căldură prin sheet-uri între timp...

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I\'M YOUR MAN

de Leonard Cohen

if you want a lover I\'ll do anything you ask me to If you want another kind of love I\'ll wear a mask for you If you want a partner take my hand or if you want to strike me down in anger here I...

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Sonnet XII

de William Shakespeare

When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silver\'d o\'er with white; When lofty trees I see...

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Sonnet XIX

de William Shakespeare

Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion\'s paws, And make the earth devour her own sweet brood; Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger\'s jaws, And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood; Make glad...

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To Earthward

de Robert Frost

Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air That crossed me from sweet things, The flow of- was it musk From hidden grapevine springs Down hill...

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