...and you will recognize them...always...*
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What’s that they told you
About a book & a cover
Don’t judge so quickly
Is it too much to remember
’Cause pictures lie
You know
I’ll show
It’s so
Just give it one thought
What’s that they taught you
To revere a kind of beauty
To paint on that pretty veneer
And try to hide whatever’s dirty
Well, faces lie
You’ll see
No sympathy
Just give it one thought
Come here and I will whisper true
About the things I know of you
And you will recognize them
Always
As near to you as breath and bone
So dear to me and yours alone
And I will love you for them
Always
What’s that they tell you
About a book & a cover
Don’t judge so quickly
They’ll tell you one thing and then another
But see what lies
Within
Under the skin
Just give it one thought
:z58:
...vạt tóc nâu khô còn chút thơm tho...*
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...thả gió bay đi mịt mù...:z58:
...we all talk a different language...*
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...it's the bitterness that lasts...:z58:
...cho tôi lại ngày nào...*
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...cho tôi lại một mùa...:z58:
L'étoile du nord, vers...*
...gọi hồn ai trong sương gió...*
https://i.imgur.com/A8Nwn6V.png
...cuộc tình để rồi thế thôi muôn đời...:z58:
...now the green leaves of summer...*
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...are calling me home...:z58:
...then repeat only those memories...*
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...the past of tomorrow, the legend of the mysterious lights...:z58:
...nghe sau lưng em có chiếc lá mừng...*nđt
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:z58:
Just Home and Love! it's hard to guess
Which of the two were best to gain
Home without Love is bitterness
Love without Home is often pain
No! each alone will seldom do
Somehow they travel hand and glove
If you win one you must have two
Both Home and Love
Robert William Service
(1874-1958)
...and only the stormy hearts know what it says...*
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Young Sea:z58:
The sea is never still
It pounds on the shore
Restless as a young heart
Hunting
The sea speaks
And only the stormy hearts
Know what it says
It is the face of a rough mother speaking
The sea is young
One storm cleans all the hoar
And loosens the age of it
I hear it laughing, reckless
They love the sea
Men who ride on it
And know they will die
Under the salt of it
Let only the young come
Says the sea
Let them kiss my face
And hear me
I am the last word
And I tell
Where storms and stars come from
Carl Sandburg
(from Chicago Poems, 1916)
