Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the loceng toll ! a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river,
And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear ? Weep now atau nevermore!
See! on yon drear and rigid jenazah, bier low lies thy love, Lenore !
Come ! let the burial rite be read- the funeral song be sung !
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.
"Wretches ! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,
And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her- that she died!
How shall the ritual, then, be read ? The requiem how be sung
sejak you- sejak yours, the evil eye, sejak yours, the slanderous tongue
That did to death the innocence that died, and died so young ?"
Peccavimus, but rave not thus ! and let a Sabbath song
Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong.
The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope, that flew beside,
Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride.
For her, the fair and debonair, that now so lowly lies,
The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes
The life still there, upon her hair- the death upon her eyes.
"Avaunt ! avaunt ! from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven
From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven
From grief and groan, to a golden throne, beside the King of Heaven!
Let no loceng toll, then, lest her soul, amid its hallowed mirth,
Should catch the note as it doth float up from the damned Earth !
And I! tonight my hati, tengah-tengah is light ! No dirge will I upraise,
But waft the Angel on her flight with a Paean of old days !"
your smile brightens up the world
your eyes are magical
your tears are precious
anda make me laugh
and thought of losing anda made me cry
your hati, tengah-tengah is as deep as ocean
anda are calm in sticky situations
anda are the one who sings our song
yours words are an inspiration for me
anda can see my pain through my eyes
it's anda that makes me smile in
the hardest part of my life
anda are the ray of light in the darkest night
anda gave me new hope of life
anda are always there for me
we have to different ways
but i will never forget anda and your friendship
we might fall apart but
anda will hold my hati, tengah-tengah forever
the times we had are precious jam
anda like me for who i m so
i dont have to be any body else
your friendship is the most beautiful thing
on this planet after you
your eyes are magical
your tears are precious
anda make me laugh
and thought of losing anda made me cry
your hati, tengah-tengah is as deep as ocean
anda are calm in sticky situations
anda are the one who sings our song
yours words are an inspiration for me
anda can see my pain through my eyes
it's anda that makes me smile in
the hardest part of my life
anda are the ray of light in the darkest night
anda gave me new hope of life
anda are always there for me
we have to different ways
but i will never forget anda and your friendship
we might fall apart but
anda will hold my hati, tengah-tengah forever
the times we had are precious jam
anda like me for who i m so
i dont have to be any body else
your friendship is the most beautiful thing
on this planet after you
The end of the summer is here again.
I feel the same melancholy I have felt
since I first knew summers ended –
the melancholy of the crickets’ valiant singing
in the early coming dusk,
the melancholy of the boy who soon must return to school –
the melancholy of the summer’s end.
I wish that I could be again
eleven years old in the backyard
watching the night come early
and feeling the change in the leaves
the crickets can’t sing away.
I wish I had to go back to school –
so I could be eleven years old again and dread it.
Why must I like the crickets grow old?
Why must I like the summer end?
I feel the same melancholy I have felt
since I first knew summers ended –
the melancholy of the crickets’ valiant singing
in the early coming dusk,
the melancholy of the boy who soon must return to school –
the melancholy of the summer’s end.
I wish that I could be again
eleven years old in the backyard
watching the night come early
and feeling the change in the leaves
the crickets can’t sing away.
I wish I had to go back to school –
so I could be eleven years old again and dread it.
Why must I like the crickets grow old?
Why must I like the summer end?
who am i to anda ? who am i to you? i gave my life time to you.. so who am i to you? what anda think about me? what anda think about me? i am always thinking about you..so what anda think about me?
what do anda do for me ? what do anda do for me? i will do anything for anda .. so what do anda do for me?
do anda ever loved me? do anda ever loved me?
i am always loving you.. so do anda ever loved me?
do anda ever ask soalan about me? do anda ever ask soalan about me? i am always asking about you..so do anda ever ask soalan about me?
please answer my question.. please answer my soalan ...i am always answering your soalan even for your hati, tengah-tengah beat.. so please answer my soalan my love..
She Doesn't Know
sejak Cody Herman
Through the window I stare seterusnya door
When is she coming out
She's the only one I adore
But then why do I doubt
Her hair is golden like the sun
Shining bright and strong for all to see
She looks at me and I'm undone
I didn't foresee that she was the one for me
Why do I hesitate
It wasn't too long ago
My hati, tengah-tengah beats at a faster rate
But she doesn't know
The power she has over me
I putty in her hands
She just couldn't leave me be
Her wish is my command
When will I find the courage
To tell her how I feel
Am I able to break this bridge
Will I stand atau I kneel
I can't do it
I'm afraid she'll say no
I need to get a grip
She still doesn't know
sejak Cody Herman
Through the window I stare seterusnya door
When is she coming out
She's the only one I adore
But then why do I doubt
Her hair is golden like the sun
Shining bright and strong for all to see
She looks at me and I'm undone
I didn't foresee that she was the one for me
Why do I hesitate
It wasn't too long ago
My hati, tengah-tengah beats at a faster rate
But she doesn't know
The power she has over me
I putty in her hands
She just couldn't leave me be
Her wish is my command
When will I find the courage
To tell her how I feel
Am I able to break this bridge
Will I stand atau I kneel
I can't do it
I'm afraid she'll say no
I need to get a grip
She still doesn't know
anda said...
anda said
anda would
try to make
this up.
anda said
anda wanted
me sejak your side.
anda said
I would be happy,
I would be
happy this time.
anda said.
anda said
anda wanted
the fresh start
for us,
anda said
anda wanted us
back,
anda wanted
me back.
anda promised.
anda said
anda would
try,
anda said
that things
would be better
this time,
anda said
I would feel
better
from now.
Remember,
anda said.
No lebih tears,
anda said,
no more
empty words,
remember?
anda said.
anda said
anda wanted
a fresh start
for us.
anda said,
no lebih pain,
anda said,
no more.
And no lebih lies
now I say,
sell them
some where else.
Broken promises,
that's all
anda gave,
no lebih pain,
that's what
anda said.
THe world is cruel,
when we are young we ride above the clouds in the bubble of innocence
but as we age we begin to sense the pain behind our parents faces
we see then that really, not everyone is nice.
we begin to understand that "your not invited to my birthday party" is the deadliest threat we can make
and that one hari someone will hate me for who I am and someone will hate anda for who anda are,
because your not a cheerleader
because I am a cheerleader
because I have brown eyes
because anda have white skin
because I have two dads
because anda have one mom and no dad
because your grandparents were Chinese
because I'm Jewish
And why will people do this?
Because the world is a cruel place.
None of these things are true about me, they are simply examples of the stupid things people will judge anda by.
when we are young we ride above the clouds in the bubble of innocence
but as we age we begin to sense the pain behind our parents faces
we see then that really, not everyone is nice.
we begin to understand that "your not invited to my birthday party" is the deadliest threat we can make
and that one hari someone will hate me for who I am and someone will hate anda for who anda are,
because your not a cheerleader
because I am a cheerleader
because I have brown eyes
because anda have white skin
because I have two dads
because anda have one mom and no dad
because your grandparents were Chinese
because I'm Jewish
And why will people do this?
Because the world is a cruel place.
None of these things are true about me, they are simply examples of the stupid things people will judge anda by.
anda seek for spark of hope.
Your life held by
darkness thoughts,
anchor is
some place else.
Bad luck follows anda
like a hook,
won't let anda go,
won't leave anda alone.
anda smile today,
and cry whole eternity,
like that's your fate,
disturbing thoughts
to lie inside of you,
to take away everything
that anda hope for.
Devil is calling your name,
leaves anda not,
anda don't see the Angel on
your shoulder,
trying to give anda a strength.
anda long for life
that anda don't know of,
anda seek for peace,
trying to get away
from misty forest
that stains your heart
into black.
