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31 you may say I'm a dreamer

Imagine there's no country
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one


bear

24

"For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again."
bear

15

(Forrest Gump)
I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it's both. Maybe both is happening at the same time.
bear

13 The Age Of String

So many words ger lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering around aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves. On rainy days you can hear their chorus rushing past: Iwasabeautifulgirlpleasedon'tgoIbelievemybodyismadeofglassI'veneverlovedanyoneIthinkofmyselfasfunnyForgiveme..

There was a time when it wasn't uncommon to use a piece of string to guide words that otherwise might falter on the way to their destinations. Shy people carried a little bundle of string in their pockets, but people considered loudmouths had no less need for it, since those used to being overheard by everyone were often at a loss for how to make themselves heard by someone. The physical distance between two people using a string was often small; sometimes the smaller the distance, the greater the need for the string.

The practice of attaching cups to the ends of string came much later. Some say it is related to the irrepressible urge to press shells to our ears, to hear the still-surviving echo of the world's first expression. Others say it was started by a man who held the end of a string that was unraveled across the ocean by a girl who left for America.

When the world grew bigger, and there wasn't enough string to keep the things people wanted to say from disappearing into the vastness, the telephone was invented.

Sometimes no length of string is long enough to say the thing that needs to be said. In such cases all the string can do, in whatever its form, is conduct a person's silence.

-----The History of Love, Nicole Krauss
bear

7 I don't remember getting older

From nyc's a spectrum of voices:

We are all destined to sing. For no other reason could our passion for singing be so strong. We have trained hard to hone our singing skills so as to achieve the ability to express emotions and intricate nuances that can never be fully expressed through spoken language. So waht does singing in a choir really mean to us? Sometimes it is the tingling, hair-raising sensation we feel as we immerse ourselves in the shimmering harmony of melding voices, sometimes the pure joy of unravelling complex rhythms and finally exclaiming: Aha! I got it! But what exactly it is, we can't be sure. Perhaps it would be much clearer sung than told.

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bear

2 I'm loving angels instead

Angels / Robbie Williams

I sit and wait
Does an angel contemplate my fate ?
And do they know
The places where we go
When we're grey and old ?
'Cos I've been told
That salvation lets their wings unfold
So when I'm lying in my bed
Thoughts running through my head
And I feel that love is dead
I'm loving angels instead

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