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Vous y devez venir. Grand café des Négociants.

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When the rain
Is blowing in your face
And the whole world
Is on your case
I could offer you
A warm embrace
To make you feel my love

When the evening shadows
And the stars appear
And there is no one there
To dry your tears
I could hold you
For a million years
To make you feel my love

I know you
Haven’t made
Your mind up yet
But I would never
Do you wrong
I’ve known it
From the moment
That we met
No doubt in my mind
Where you belong

I’d go hungry
I’d go black and blue
I’d go crawling
Down the avenue
No, there’s nothing
That I wouldn’t do
To make you feel my love

The storms are raging
On the rolling sea
And on the highway of regret
Though winds of change
Are throwing wild and free
You ain’t seen nothing
Like me yet

I could make you happy
Make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn’t do
Go to the ends
Of the Earth for you
To make you feel my love

HEUREUSE ST.VALENTIN À TOUS.

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欺善怕惡

When I was growing up, I’ve been told that there are good and bad people.The pure and the evil.

The sisters in my convent school did console me, however, that as long as one stands straight, tall and upright, be steadfast in faith, virtuous in duty, truthful, loyal, and be a walking testimony of all things Godly, nothing can/will harm you.

Well.

er hum..

I turn to poetry again to seek some form of relief and understanding.Nothing else could do a better job, not friends, not mothers, not prayers. You have to sort it out in your own ways. I used to cry in the shower when I feel under the weather, I still do but less often now. Instead, the literary world offers all that I need.

Chanson. By Alfred de Musset.

J’ai dit à mon coeur, à mon faible coeur:
N’est-ce point assez d’aimer sa maîtresse?
Et ne vois-tu pas que changer sans cesse,
C’est perdre en désirs le temps du bonheur.

Il m’a répondu: Ce n’est point assez,
Ce n’est point assez d’aimer sa maîtresse;
Et ne vois-tu pas que changer sans cesse
Nous rend doux et chers les plaisirs passés?

J’ai dit à mon coeur, à mon faible coeur:
N’est-ce point assez de tant de tristesse?
Et ne vois-tu pas que changer sans cesse,
C’est à chaque pas trouver la douleur?

Il m’a répondu: Ce n’est point assez,
Ce n’est point assez de tant de tristesse;
Et ne vois-tu pas que changer sans cesse
Nous rend doux et chers les chagrins passés?

STOP

BULLYING

PEOPLE.

PLEASE.

YOU

BIG

CORPORATE

BULLY.

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