true friends are hard to come by...
yet when tu catch them tu feel like tu can fly...
tu trust them,
amor them,
and talk of future...
tu know that they will never lie...
and siguiente to them tu stand side por side...
tu amor them,
hug them,
and share smiles with eachother...
oh how it feels when tu know your important...
that tu know tu have some one to comfort you...
tu hold their hand,
skip down the street,
and feel no defeat...
true friends are hard to come by...
but hold them tight so away they dont fly.

The Grave dicho to the Rose,
"What of the dews of dawn,
Love's flower, what end is theirs ?"
"And what of spirits flown,
The souls whereon doth close
The tomb's mouth unawares ?"
The Rose dicho to the Grave.

The Rose said, "In the shade
From the dawn's tears is made
A perfume faint and strange,
Amber and honey sweet."
"And all the spirits fleet
Do suffer a sky-change,
más strangely than the dew,
To God's own ángeles new,"
The Grave dicho to the Rose.

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LA TOMBE DIT A LA ROSE

La tombe dit à la rose :
"Des pleurs dont l'aube t'arrose
Que fais-tu, fleur des amours ?"
La rose dit à la tombe :
"Que fais-tu de ce qui tombe
Dans ton gouffre ouvert toujours ?"

La rose dit : "Tombeau sombre,
De ces pleurs je fais dans l'ombre
Un parfum d'ambre et de miel."
La tombe dit : " Fleur plaintive,
De chaque âme qui m'arrive
Je fais un ange du ciel !"

My book reportar is due today.
I haven't finished yet.
In fact, I haven't started,
which I'm coming to regret.

I haven't even read the book.
I put it off so long.
I thought I'd have a lot of time.
It looks like I was wrong.

I'd ask my older brother
what this book is all about,
but he's already left for school
and cannot help me out.

I'd hustle to the movie store
and rent the DVD,
but I don't even have the time
to watch it on TV.

I guess I'll have to fake it
and pretend I read the book.
Then write a bunch of nonsense
and assorted gobbledygook.

It's either that, o do the thing
my conscience knows is right:
I'll claim I'm sick and stay at home
and finish it tonight.

I have my oriental flower
My white makeup on
At last, I forgotten to take a shower
canto to the song PONPONPON

I'm a geisha girl
With my blush on right
A geisha girl
Is one who roams at night

My reflection stares straight back at me
Who is that little girl that I see
She may appear happy
But with that cold steel blade through her heart
Nothing but a dab a sympathy

Here and there
I flap my fan
The dragon's guarida, den decorating my story
It is still unfitted however
For an ancient girl with a descending line of love
But unlike me
They have sad endings

I'm a geisha girl
Who is unlike the others
I will never ever bother
I'm a geisha girl
Who has the mark of red seas
I have heard that amor lives on

No one has never done
The unthinkable
I'm the distinct one
Imaginable care and dares
Geisha from the disturbed past
But like a graceful eagle
I still flap

Just a freeboard
Geisha girl
With that little girl
Staring back at me

With long sobs
the violin-throbs
of autumn wound
my corazón with languorous
and montonous
sound.

Choking and pale
When I mind the tale
the hours keep,
my memory strays
down other days
and I weep;

and I let me go
where ill winds blow
now here, now there,
harried and sped,
even as a dead
leaf, anywhere.

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CHANSON D'AUTOMNE

Les sanglots longs
Des violons
De l'automne
Blessent mon cœur
D'une langueur
Monotone.

Tout suffocant
Et blême, quand
Sonne l'heure.
Je me souviens
Des jours anciens,
Et je pleure.

Et je m'en vais
Au vent mauvais
Qui m'emporte
De çà, de là,
Pareil à la
Feuille morte.