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Brent with a y

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The Bee movie but every time you think about bees you feel slightly itchy

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You didn't have to go that far   You could have left without leaving scars

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I used to wonder why the sea was blue at a distance and green up close and colorless for that matter in your hands.   A lot of life is like that.  A lot of life is just a matter of learning to like blue.

Miriam Pollard - the listening god

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You stood out like a gemstone In a handful of glass

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I don't love you I love the way you make me feel I'm in love with your loving Doesn't matter if it's real

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I borrowed twenty dollars from tomorrow to buy a bottle of wine

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If the future looks bright it's the whole world burning

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I spend my days suspended in rhyme to scared to live wasting my time

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Or was I intoxicated with the wine of youth which made me fancy that which never existed?

Kahlil Gibran - Broken Wings

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Sear me, hot and bright beat me down in this days kiln I'm tired of the cold Hot, dry, and empty a desert tableau in my head dust abrades my thoughts

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. . . to kiss the fingers of the rain, To drink into my eyes the shine Of every slanting silver line

Edna St Vincent Millay - Renaissance

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I just want to drink cheap wine As we dance beneath the stars With our fingers intertwined And flowers in our hair

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The concepts are clear The words are problematic

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Lost in wine, I did not notice dusk descending Petals dropped and piled up on my robe Drunk, I rise and walk the moonlit valley The birds have gone, and people are too few

Self-Consolation - Li Po (translation by ?)

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There's a part of me who will always be that me who I was in that place, at that time.  And that me will always love the part of you who will always be the you who you were then and there.   It's faint consolation to be honest.

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Yes I know You're great Practically perfect You're a golden apple Tell me again How bright you shine

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Do I contradict myself? Very well then. . . I contradict myself I am large. . . I contain multitudes

Walt Whitman