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- My Angel Not meeting with the eyes your courage flys over seven seas first of the first times I think of what time does to us first of the first times I look into generations my angel you were sent to me tonight awaken my awakening soften my softening dance on my nerves inviting all my senses to be in a party I have never known and always been waiting we met before our blood had flowed we met before our breath was breathed kneel on my knees tears wash out the sky all babi
- adagio posted on 08/31/2004
- Resources Amazing Asian Links http://users.erols.com/arbs/links.html The page contains interesting and useful links related to Asian cultures hosted by Asian Rare Books. User may also check their stock for out-of-print & old books about Asia. Art Catalog Library (ACL Japan) http://www.acejapan.or.jp/artg/acl/index.html ACL specializes in the collection of art catalogs. Its collection includes art catalogs of exhibitions held in museums, galleries, department stores in Japan. Art Tomorrow *NEW
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- xw posted on 08/29/2004For the Olympic Games, Athens 2004 Armand D'Angour Blessed precinct of the land of Athena Immortal City of Theseus and of the sons of Erechtheus, We will sing of you, whence Athenians of old And heroes once set forth to the Games Of shining Olympia. Now as for a second time with good fortune You have welcomed these contests here Let us celebrate you with Pindaric song. come to the world's centre, young men and women, Gathering from countless lands afar, Rejoicing in strength and firm in
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- ˭ͬΣʱƻҵĵַǣjorielle7@yahoo.com ====== random sonnet of the day: XXX When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste: Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe, And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight: Then can I gr
- in children's eyes the greedy shines with an innocent glory in our hands the next card is ever appealing to flip while the time is ticking we are in a playground why play as if this were our last round while the world is substituting laughters for a murmured destination we are eager to make our own when things end the past presents truths peek into a silent heart we know better we think clearer we carry our own tickets on a crowded road the narrow door is wide open can we all
- ƽ posted on 08/25/2004
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