The music in my soul is both strong and bold.
Just like the bards as they sing songs of old.
The music that I play comes in every variety.
From sad to happy, strong to weak.
My soul thrives with music, coming alive.
The joy of it is known to only me, myself, and I!
Others may see it as my cheerful personality,
But I see it as the many other sides of me.
The music in me has many different pitches.
From a larks sweet notes to an eagle's sharp screeches.
Sometimes it is like the river, rushing over rocks,
But also like a ripple effect caused by a single drop.
The music in my soul is such a thing to behold
And has more value than pieces of silver and gold.
The rhythm and the beat flow easily.
Like a song with perfect melody and harmony.
This music inside me is seamless like time.
And yet, this is why I call it mine.



Politics is war without bloodshed while war is politics with bloodshed.

Mao Zedong


Words cant explain the love that i feel
This feeling I have thats just so real
The touch of your hand
The warmth of your kiss
There is not a single one that I want to miss
The happiness I feel laying in your arms
Safe and secure, without any harm
The way you make me smile, when Im so blue
You always make me laugh,you know just what to do
The way you make me want you when i stare into your eyes
I could never feel this way with any other guy
With your arm tight around me I feel so close to you
You brush my hair off my face and whisper "I love you"
I get really mad and we have a big fight
But you'll still grab my hand and hold it real tight
I love everything about you
And the love you show for me
I know deep inside my heart, that we will always be
The only way I can explain this love is with everything you do
Thanks so much for everything
And for that I'll always love you

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Itu hanya aku, atau kota lampu seperti matahari terbit?
Saya berkhayal yang bersinar fajar dalam glinting mata?
Apakah kau setuju bahwa pilot fényszóróikat ini lewat kereta,
terlihat seperti jejak memudar, 1246 bintang?

Senja dan fajar, di twilight jam, yang sama,
sulit untuk memberitahu jika cinta tumbuh atau memudar pergi,
aku tidak tahu jika ini adalah halo, selamat tinggal, kegembiraan atau kesedihan,
bulan bangkit, atau memudar di besok,

hanya aku, atau cinta tampak seperti orang tua matahari terbenam?
Saya berkhayal yang berkilau tangisan menyesal?
Apakah kau setuju bahwa pilot fényszóróikat ini kucing,
Untuk menjelaskan kegelapan itu masih datang?

휴식
에서 현실
에서


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Wat gebeurt er met politici?
De jingoist onthouden?

Wat gebeurt er met Miley Virus,
in haar sprookjesachtige léotard
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kraan op haar zelf?

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Of is het een geweldige metafoor voor
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Terwijl de Grote Houdini
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Peilen van de kerkbanken,
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Of is dat alleen praten?

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