1.
Should Old Acquaintance be forgot,
and never thought upon;
The flames of Love extinguished,
and fully past and gone:
Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold,
that loving Breast of thine;
That thou canst never once reflect
on Old long syne.
-Chorus-
and never thought upon;
The flames of Love extinguished,
and fully past and gone:
Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold,
that loving Breast of thine;
That thou canst never once reflect
on Old long syne.
-Chorus-
On Old long syne my Jo,
in Old long syne,
That thou canst never once reflect,
in Old long syne.
in Old long syne,
That thou canst never once reflect,
in Old long syne.
2.
My Heart is ravisht with delight,
when thee I think upon;
All Grief and Sorrow takes the flight,
and speedily is gone;
The bright resemblance of thy Face,
so fills this, Heart of mine;
That Force nor Fate can me displease,
for Old long syne
when thee I think upon;
All Grief and Sorrow takes the flight,
and speedily is gone;
The bright resemblance of thy Face,
so fills this, Heart of mine;
That Force nor Fate can me displease,
for Old long syne
-Chorus-
3.
Since thoughts of thee doth banish grief,
when from thee I am gone;
will not thy presence yeild relief,
to this sad Heart of mine:
Why doth thy presence me defeat,
with excellence divine?
Especially When I reflect
on old long syne
when from thee I am gone;
will not thy presence yeild relief,
to this sad Heart of mine:
Why doth thy presence me defeat,
with excellence divine?
Especially When I reflect
on old long syne
A quick round up on the words which have haunted me throughout this year,
where better to sum them all up?
raise a glass to mend all the
broken hearts of all my wrecked up friends"
broken hearts of all my wrecked up friends"
"Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved."
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved."
"You know sometimes baby I'm so carefree,
with a joy that's hard to hide
with a joy that's hard to hide
Then sometimes again it seems that all I have is worry
and then you're bound to see my other side"
"Alors on danse"
"El octavo día Dios, ¿Quién se iba a imaginar
después de tanto trabajar, que el mismo dios al regresar
para liberar tensiones, iba a encontrario todo
luego ya de revisar, en un desorden infernal?
dijo: "todo está muy bien, Y que se iba a convertir
es hora de descansar", en un desempleado más
y se fue a dar un paseo de la tasa que actualmente
por el espacio sideral. está creciendo sin parar"
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