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The sun, too, shines into cesspools and is not polluted.

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Love Shines

You've got a sweet heart
Never will you be replaced
And it's so hard
The memory can't be erased
Love shines when I think of you
You make it happen
You make it true
(love shines)
Love shines there can be no doubt
What this feeling is all about
Oh baby your
Love shines, love shines so bright
(so bright)
Did you know your
Love shines, love shines so bright
(on and on and on)
On and on it will always be
Rhythm, rhyme, and harmony
Yeah, baby your
Love shines, love shines tonight
(tonight)
You cast a spell
A magical revelation
And I see so well
My ultimate destination
Love shines when I think of you
You make it happen
You make it true
(love shines)
Love shines there can be no doubt
What this feeling is all about
Oh baby your
Love shines, love shines so bright
(so bright)
Did you know your
Love shines, love shines so bright
(on and on and on)
On and on it will always be
Rhythm, rhyme, and harmony
Yes, baby your
Love shines, love shines tonight
(tonight)
After all the reckoning
After all the promises
All the darkness in my heart
Has gone away
Gone away
(on and on and on)
So on and on it will always be
Rhythm, rhyme, and harmony

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song performed by Fleetwood Mac
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Love Me Till The Sun Shines

You dont have to look at me
You dont have to smile at me
You just have to love me till the sun shines
You dont have to cook for me
You dont have to laugh with me
You just have to love me till the sun shines
Take my money, I dont mind
You can be such a helpless kind[? ]
You just have to love me till the sun shines
You dont have to sleep with me
Or rest your head upon my knee
You just have to love me till the sun shines
Baby you can wear my clothes,
Play my records, stay at my home
Long as you just love me till the sun shines
You can take it, I dont mind
Please dont be such a helpless kind
You just have to love me till the sun shines
Baby, baby I dont know what Im doing
Everything I do it turns to ruin[? ]
Baby you can kiss my friends
Baby theres nothing that Ill end[? ]
Long as you just love me till the sun shines
You dont have to walk the streets
When theres someone waiting here
Come on, baby, love me till the sun shines
Come on, baby, I dont mind
Two lonely people, the helpless kind[? ]
Come on, baby, love me till the sun shines
You dont have to look at me
You dont have to smile at me
You just have to love me till the sun shines
You dont have to cook for me
You dont have to laugh with me
You just have to love me till the sun shines
Take my money, I dont mind
You can be such a helpless kind[? ]
You just have to love me till the sun shines

song performed by Kinks
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A Beautiful Life

You seem to make the same mistakes everyday
Sometimes its hard to open your eyes
You want to be the only cake on the table
Yeah, you say you dont like surprises
You want to find a pretty little place to stay
You just dont want to live and leave
I just want to be where the sun shines down
I just want to be where the sun shines down
I just want to be with you
Oh,
I really hate how you push me away
I do not like it when you shut me out
I say I love you but I really dont know you
I want to change you but I dont know how
I want to leave when it gets ugly and cold
I want to leave but I have no where to go
I just want to be where the sun shines down
Yeah, I just want to be where the sun shines down
On a beautiful life
I just want to find a beautiful life
I want to be where the sun shines down
I just want to find a beautiful life
I dont care where we go
I dont care where we go
You seem to make the same mistakes all the time
Sometimes its not too hard to understand why
You say you hate the things you have done
Yeah, you have been running with your back to the sun
You want to find a place where you dont have to hide
You say youre just happy to be alive
I just want to be where the sun shines down
Yeah, I just want to be where the sun shines down
Yeah, yeah
I just want to be where the sun shines down
On a beautiful life
I just want to find a beautiful life
I just want to be where the sun shines down
I just want to find a beautiful life
I want to be where the sun shines down
I want to be where the sun shines down
I dont care where we go
I dont care what we do
As long as I can be with you
I just want to be with you

song performed by Everclear
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Rainy Days

[Ja]
Heh yeah
Rule baby, heh
Mary J. Blige
Murda INC
Smile...
[Mary]
It's just those rainy days
Spend a lifetime tryin to wash away
Until the sun come out and shines again
Smile for me, smile for me
[Ja]
All of those rainy days
Spend ya lifetime tryin to wash away
Until the sun shines and I see your face
Smile at me, smile at me
[Mary]
We were always livin so crazy and sexy and cool
And we began to love it (began to love it)
Watchin all of the heartache and pain of the world
And thinkin nothin of it (thinkin nothin of it)
And baby I got love for you
And I know that you got me, baby
But everytime the sun shines bright
It gets so cloudy
It's just those rainy days
Spend a lifetime tryin to wash away
Until the sun come out and shines again
Smile for me, smile for me
[Ja]
All of those rainy days
Spend ya lifetime tryin to wash away
Until the sun shines and I see your face
Smile at me, smile at me
[Mary] Nobody loves the rain
[Ja] Can't stand it
We know we've seen it before
[Mary] Baby, handle it
Baby, what did we tell ya before
About chasin those waterfalls
[Both] Yeah...
[Mary] Nobody loves the rain
[Ja] Can't stand it
We know we've seen it before
[Mary] Baby, handle it
Baby, what did we tell ya before
About chasin those waterfalls
[Both] Yeah...
[Ja]
Yea baby

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song performed by Mary J Blige
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The Four Seasons : Summer

From brightening fields of ether fair disclosed,
Child of the Sun, refulgent Summer comes,
In pride of youth, and felt through Nature's depth:
He comes attended by the sultry Hours,
And ever fanning breezes, on his way;
While, from his ardent look, the turning Spring
Averts her blushful face; and earth, and skies,
All-smiling, to his hot dominion leaves.
Hence, let me haste into the mid-wood shade,
Where scarce a sunbeam wanders through the gloom;
And on the dark-green grass, beside the brink
Of haunted stream, that by the roots of oak
Rolls o'er the rocky channel, lie at large,
And sing the glories of the circling year.
Come, Inspiration! from thy hermit-seat,
By mortal seldom found: may Fancy dare,
From thy fix'd serious eye, and raptured glance
Shot on surrounding Heaven, to steal one look
Creative of the Poet, every power
Exalting to an ecstasy of soul.
And thou, my youthful Muse's early friend,
In whom the human graces all unite:
Pure light of mind, and tenderness of heart;
Genius, and wisdom; the gay social sense,
By decency chastised; goodness and wit,
In seldom-meeting harmony combined;
Unblemish'd honour, and an active zeal
For Britain's glory, liberty, and Man:
O Dodington! attend my rural song,
Stoop to my theme, inspirit every line,
And teach me to deserve thy just applause.
With what an awful world-revolving power
Were first the unwieldy planets launch'd along
The illimitable void! thus to remain,
Amid the flux of many thousand years,
That oft has swept the toiling race of men,
And all their labour'd monuments away,
Firm, unremitting, matchless, in their course;
To the kind-temper'd change of night and day,
And of the seasons ever stealing round,
Minutely faithful: such the All-perfect hand!
That poised, impels, and rules the steady whole.
When now no more the alternate Twins are fired,
And Cancer reddens with the solar blaze,
Short is the doubtful empire of the night;
And soon, observant of approaching day,
The meek'd-eyed Morn appears, mother of dews,
At first faint-gleaming in the dappled east:
Till far o'er ether spreads the widening glow;
And, from before the lustre of her face,

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poem by James Thomson
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The shining. For Tara.

It shines.
It shines from the new-born baby;
shines in the magic of birth.
It shines in first love;
in lasting love.
It shines in laughter,
in tears of sadness,
in tears of joy.
It shines in wisdom,
shines in goodness,
shines as beauty.
It shines in the held breath
of the peace of dawn about to break;
it shines in the stillness
of the hour of sunset.
It shines as life.

There is no limit to its shining
except the denying of it
and even then,
it shines

Since you know it so well,
does it need a name?
A name perhaps, to praise?

Nameless, known to all,
beyond all praise,
it shines.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Columbiad: Book III

The Argument

Actions of the Inca Capac. A general invasion of his dominions threatened by the mountain savages. Rocha, the Inca's son, sent with a few companions to offer terms of peace. His embassy. His adventure with the worshippers of the volcano. With those of the storm, on the Andes. Falls in with the savage armies. Character and speech of Zamor, their chief. Capture of Rocha and his companions. Sacrifice of the latter. Death song of Azonto. War dance. March of the savage armies down the mountains to Peru. Incan army meets them. Battle joins. Peruvians terrified by an eclipse of the sun, and routed. They fly to Cusco. Grief of Oella, supposing the darkness to be occasioned by the death of Rocha. Sun appears. Peruvians from the city wall discover Roch an altar in the savage camp. They march in haste out of the city and engage the savages. Exploits of Capac. Death of Zamor. Recovery of Rocha, and submission of the enemy.

Now twenty years these children of the skies
Beheld their gradual growing empire rise.
They ruled with rigid but with generous care,
Diffused their arts and sooth'd the rage of war,
Bade yon tall temple grace their favorite isle,
The mines unfold, the cultured valleys smile,
Those broad foundations bend their arches high,
And rear imperial Cusco to the sky;
Wealth, wisdom, force consolidate the reign
From the rude Andes to the western main.

But frequent inroads from the savage bands
Lead fire and slaughter o'er the labor'd lands;
They sack the temples, the gay fields deface,
And vow destruction to the Incan race.
The king, undaunted in defensive war,
Repels their hordes, and speeds their flight afar;
Stung with defeat, they range a wider wood,
And rouse fresh tribes for future fields of blood.

Where yon blue ridges hang their cliffs on high,
And suns infulminate the stormful sky,
The nations, temper'd to the turbid air,
Breathe deadly strife, and sigh for battle's blare;
Tis here they meditate, with one vast blow,
To crush the race that rules the plains below.
Capac with caution views the dark design,
Learns from all points what hostile myriads join.
And seeks in time by proffer'd leagues to gain
A bloodless victory, and enlarge his reign.

His eldest hope, young Rocha, at his call,
Resigns his charge within the temple wall;
In whom began, with reverend forms of awe,
The functions grave of priesthood and of law,

In early youth, ere yet the ripening sun
Had three short lustres o'er his childhood run,
The prince had learnt, beneath his father's hand,
The well-framed code that sway'd the sacred land;
With rites mysterious served the Power divine,
Prepared the altar and adorn'd the shrine,
Responsive hail'd, with still returning praise,
Each circling season that the God displays,

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poem by Joel Barlow
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Polluted rivers around the world!

When the melting at the mountainous hearts,
Pass through the streams of tributaries a lot,
Merge at that elevation for the rivers to form,
Though have the comfortable bed and the banks,
Still it likes to run from the origin to the mouth,
Where the fine sediments are left in deltas,
The million year's journey is halted with pollutants,
Nitrogen in the Mississippi, acids in the King's,
Benzene in the Songhua, waste of civilizations,
In the rivers of Citarum, Yamuna, Buriganga,
Ganges, Marilao and yellow. Who has taught,
To throw the waste into the water system,
As long as the rubbish heavy and can't float,
It can comfortably settle and rest,
At the beds for thousand years,
Secrets of evolution hidden under the water,
But no secrets can be hidden forever,
When pollutants affect the health of livings,
Waste Management is another field of study,
That does not teach to dump the sewer into the steam,
Polluted rivers are everywhere as the polluted human,
Just waiting for the right time to explode and expose,
The truth. What are we up to when we do not know,
How to manage the beautiful giants of nature,
We have polluted the land and the heart,
We have polluted the water and the colored fluid red,
We have polluted the air and the hole in the crown,
We have comfort to live this life up in the sky,
We have let the golden goose to gasp for air.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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It Was an English Ladye Bright

It was an English ladye bright,
(The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,)
And she would marry a Scottish knight,
For Love will still be lord of all.

Blithely they saw the rising sun
When he shone fair on Carlisle wall;
But they were sad ere day was done,
Though Love was still the lord of all.

Her sire gave brooch and jewel fine,
Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall;
Her brother gave but a flask of wine,
For ire that Love was lord of all.

For she had lands both meadow and lea,
Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,
And he swore her death, ere he would see
A Scottish knight the lord of all.

That wine she had not tasted well
(The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,)
When dead, in her true love's arms, she fell,
For Love was still the lord of all!

He pierced her brother to the heart,
Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall:--
So perish all would true love part
That Love may still be lord of all!

And then he took the cross divine,
Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,
And died for her sake in Palestine;
So Love was still the lord of all.

Now all ye lovers, that faithful prove,
(The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,)
Pray for their souls who died for love,
For Love shall still be lord of all!

poem by Sir Walter Scott
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The Sun Rays (A Lyric)

The sun rays in your eye,
The love you’re giving that I have found;
Like sun that shines though the sky,
Each love must be worth and sound.
The sun that shines each day,
The love you gave from your heart;
What matter what we do or say,
Never let it depart.

Each heart is broken only once
And never grows from sorrow,
Let there never be no bygones
Not today nor tomorrow.

Sun rays oh sun rays
Never hide behind a cloud,
Sun rays all my days
That's what love's all about;
Give me no raining shower thought,
Nor glimpse of shadows I've caught.

On each star brightening night
When only flickering light is around,
I wish you'd hold me so tight
My fright could surely be drowned;
The sun rays the feeling of touch
Each love is not made of stone,
You know I love you so much
Oh never let me be here alone.

Each heart is broken only once
And never grows from sorrow,
Let there never be no bygones
Not today nor tomorrow.

Sun rays oh sun rays
Never hide behind a cloud,
Sun rays all my days
That's what love's all about;
Give me no raining shower thought,
Nor glimpse of shadows I've caught.

Sun rays oh sun rays
There are many turning ways,
Let’s give future to all
Before it returns to the haze;
Give me no answer: perhaps or not,
Tomorrow you may have forgot.

Sun rays oh sun rays

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poem by Peter S. Quinn
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The Four Seasons : Autumn

Crown'd with the sickle and the wheaten sheaf,
While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain,
Comes jovial on; the Doric reed once more,
Well pleased, I tune. Whate'er the wintry frost
Nitrous prepared; the various blossom'd Spring
Put in white promise forth; and Summer-suns
Concocted strong, rush boundless now to view,
Full, perfect all, and swell my glorious theme.
Onslow! the Muse, ambitious of thy name,
To grace, inspire, and dignify her song,
Would from the public voice thy gentle ear
A while engage. Thy noble cares she knows,
The patriot virtues that distend thy thought,
Spread on thy front, and in thy bosom glow;
While listening senates hang upon thy tongue,
Devolving through the maze of eloquence
A roll of periods, sweeter than her song.
But she too pants for public virtue, she,
Though weak of power, yet strong in ardent will,
Whene'er her country rushes on her heart,
Assumes a bolder note, and fondly tries
To mix the patriot's with the poet's flame.
When the bright Virgin gives the beauteous days,
And Libra weighs in equal scales the year;
From Heaven's high cope the fierce effulgence shook
Of parting Summer, a serener blue,
With golden light enliven'd, wide invests
The happy world. Attemper'd suns arise,
Sweet-beam'd, and shedding oft through lucid clouds
A pleasing calm; while broad, and brown, below
Extensive harvests hang the heavy head.
Rich, silent, deep, they stand; for not a gale
Rolls its light billows o'er the bending plain:
A calm of plenty! till the ruffled air
Falls from its poise, and gives the breeze to blow.
Rent is the fleecy mantle of the sky;
The clouds fly different; and the sudden sun
By fits effulgent gilds the illumined field,
And black by fits the shadows sweep along.
A gaily chequer'd heart-expanding view,
Far as the circling eye can shoot around,
Unbounded tossing in a flood of corn.
These are thy blessings, Industry! rough power!
Whom labour still attends, and sweat, and pain;
Yet the kind source of every gentle art,
And all the soft civility of life:
Raiser of human kind! by Nature cast,
Naked, and helpless, out amid the woods
And wilds, to rude inclement elements;
With various seeds of art deep in the mind

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poem by James Thomson
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Vision of Columbus – Book 3

Now, twice twelve years, the children of the skies
Beheld in peace their growing empire rise;
O'er happy realms, display'd their generous care,
Diffused their arts and soothd the rage of war;
Bade yon tall temple grace the favourite isle.
The gardens bloom, the cultured valleys smile,
The aspiring hills their spacious mines unfold.
Fair structures blaze, and altars burn, in gold,
Those broad foundations bend their arches high,
And heave imperial Cusco to the sky;
From that fair stream that mark'd their northern sway,
Where Apurimac leads his lucid way,
To yon far glimmering lake, the southern bound,
The growing tribes their peaceful dwellings found;
While wealth and grandeur bless'd the extended reign,
From the bold Andes to the western main.
When, fierce from eastern wilds, the savage bands
Lead war and slaughter o'er the happy lands;
Thro' fertile fields the paths of culture trace,
And vow destruction to the Incan race.
While various fortune strow'd the embattled plain,
And baffled thousands still the strife maintain,
The unconquer'd Inca wakes the lingering war,
Drives back their host and speeds their flight afar;
Till, fired with rage, they range the wonted wood,
And feast their souls on future scenes of blood.
Where yon blue summits hang their cliffs on high;
Frown o'er the plains and lengthen round the sky;
Where vales exalted thro' the breaches run;
And drink the nearer splendors of the sun,
From south to north, the tribes innumerous wind,
By hills of ice and mountain streams confined;
Rouse neighbouring hosts, and meditate the blow,
To blend their force and whelm the world below.
Capac, with caution, views the dark design,
From countless wilds what hostile myriads join;
And greatly strives to bid the discord cease,
By profferd compacts of perpetual peace.
His eldest hope, young Rocha, at his call,
Leaves the deep confines of the temple wall;
In whose fair form, in lucid garments drest,
Began the sacred function of the priest.
In early youth, ere yet the genial sun
Had twice six changes o'er his childhood run,
The blooming prince, beneath his parents' hand,
Learn'd all the laws that sway'd the sacred land;
With rites mysterious served the Power divine,
Prepared the altar and adorn'd the shrine,
Responsive hail'd, with still returning praise,
Each circling season that the God displays,

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poem by Joel Barlow
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Away From The Sun

Its down to this
Ive got to make this life make sense
Can anyone do what Ive done
I missed life
I missed the colours of the world
Can anyone go where I am
cause now again Ive found myself
So far down, away from the sun
That shines into the darkest place
Im so far down, away from the sun again
Away from the sun again
Im over this
Im tired of living in the dark
Can anyone see me down here
The feelings gone
Theres nothing left to lift me up
Back into the world Ive known
cause now again Ive found myself
So far down, away from the sun
That shines into the darkest place
Im so far down, away from the sun
That shines the life away from me
To find my way back into the arms
That care about the ones like me
Im so far down, away from the sun again
Its down to this
Ive got to make this life make sense
And now I cant do what Ive done
And now again Ive found myself
So far down, away from the sun
That shines the life away from me
cause now again Ive found myself
So far down, away from the sun
That shines into the darkest place
Im so far down, away from the sun
That shines the life away from me
To find my way back into the arms
That care about the ones like me
Im so far down, away from the sun again

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Resignation Pt 2

But what in either sex, beyond
All parts, our glory crowns?
'In ruffling seasons to be calm,
And smile, when fortune frowns.'

Heaven's choice is safer than our own;
Of ages past inquire,
What the most formidable fate?
'To have our own desire.'

If, in your wrath, the worst of foes
You wish extremely ill;
Expose him to the thunder's stroke,
Or that of his own will.

What numbers, rushing down the steep
Of inclination strong,
Have perish'd in their ardent wish!
Wish ardent, ever wrong!

'Tis resignation's full reverse,
Most wrong, as it implies
Error most fatal in our choice,
Detachment from the skies.

By closing with the skies, we make
Omnipotence our own;
That done, how formidable ill's
Whole army is o'erthrown!

No longer impotent, and frail,
Ourselves above we rise:
We scarce believe ourselves below!
We trespass on the skies!

The Lord, the soul, and source of all,
Whilst man enjoys his ease,
Is executing human will,
In earth, and air, and seas;

Beyond us, what can angels boast?
Archangels what require?
Whate'er below, above, is done,
Is done as-we desire.

What glory this for man so mean,
Whose life is but a span!
This is meridian majesty!
This, the sublime of man!

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poem by Edward Young
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Tale of Two Stars

The mind of Sun smiles from the centre
The mind of Moon beams from the corner: they seek
Body to put on the Beam Bang to ensure a universality…
Moon says to Sun “you are hot” And Sun says
To Moon “you are cool”. Sun without quenching glow
Asks: What bores you Moon” Moon replies “a Sun that
Is dull” Sun asks “can a Sun be dull” Moon retorted
Oh, so you don’t have this coverage”

Sun opens instantaneous hotline “sorry, I thought a
Sun radiates on halos like you”. Moon twirls, the toss of
Blondeness touching Sun’s brunette! Then asks Sun “what
Drink would you like” Sun replies, I am a ‘totaller, Orange
Thanks! Thru flagrant osmosis Moon presses keys that
Titillate like “the IQ of zebras will be great on a Mensa…
And Sun lifts his voice and sings an Akan drum
I call gold—gold is mute—I call cloth—
Cloth is mute—It is humankind that matters”

Sun buys Moon glass of her choice boasting warmth
Still they throw topics along osmotic understandings
Then Moon brings out a house of wrapped tobacco
And asks Sun “do you want to stick with one? ”—
Sun replies, “I am a Non-smoker Thanks”. Sun
Watches Moon cover the mirror with…then Moon
Turns suddenly to Sun and asks in an unshakable
Diminuendo—Are you a boring Sun? ”

The DJ releases Marley—the legend wasted no
Time to charge the floor with positive vibrations…
Sun vibrates warm with the One Love Consciousness…
And bubbles of sweats of Sun’s Afro reflect the lights
Extra curvy stars speed grace the shaking floor
The galaxy of curvy stars form an orbit around Sun
Their rotations tantalizingly passionate with Sun

Hastily Moon gather steps and reggae thru the orbits
Her feet dactylology like Adowa dancer catches Sun’s eyes
Then Moon explodes genially on eardrums of Sun
Thought we could see through our multicultural
Osmotic discourses somewhere quiet we two? ”
Sun cogitates on zebra, the Akan drum then glows green
Moon soliloquises with palpable royal splendour: Eureka!

poem by Gabriel Eshun
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Why Does The Sun Shine

The sun is a mass of incandescent gas
A gigantic nuclear furnace
Where hydrogen is built into helium
At a temperature of millions of degrees
Yo ho, its hot, the sun is not
A place where we could live
But here on earth thered be no life
Without the light it gives
We need its light
We need its heat
We need its energy
Without the sun, without a doubt
Thered be no you and me
The sun is a mass of incandescent gas
A gigantic nuclear furnace
Where hydrogen is built into helium
At a temperature of millions of degrees
The sun is hot
It is so hot that everything on it is a gas: iron, copper, aluminum, and many others.
The sun is large
If the sun were hollow, a million earths could fit inside. and yet, the sun is only a middle-sized star.
The sun is far away
About 93 million miles away, and thats why it looks so small.
And even when its out of sight
The sun shines night and day
The sun gives heat
The sun gives light
The sunlight that we see
The sunlight comes from our own suns
Atomic energy
Scientists have found that the sun is a huge atom-smashing machine. the heat and light of the sun come from the nuclear reactions of hydrogen, carbon, nitrogen, and helium.*
The sun is a mass of incandescent gas
A gigantic nuclear furnace
Where hydrogen is built into helium
At a temperature of millions of degrees
Notes
*live versions of this song are improvised extensively. some variants on this section:
Scientists have found that the sun is a huge atom-smashing machine. the heat and light of the sun are caused by the nuclear reaction between hydrogen, nitrogen, carbon, and helium.
Scientists have found that the sun is a huge atom-smashing machine. the heat and light from the sun come from the nuclear reaction between oxygen, hydrogen, helium, and hydrogen.
You know, frank, scientists have found that the sun is a huge atom-smashing machine. the heat and light from the sun are caused by the nuclear reaction between hydrogen and you, frank otoole.
Scientists have found that the sun is a huge atom-smashing machine. the heat and light from the sun come from the nuclear reaction between hydrogen, nitrogen, helium, carbon, boron, chloron, flu
Moron, and estrogen.

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Good Luck (but maybe I'm close enough)

What’s that you said, what you said, what you said
What’s that you said, what you said, what you said

You say your looking for your knight in shinning amour
Someone who'll rescue you when you fall
Someone, whose chivalry knows no boundary
Someone who'll answer when you call
Good luck. But maybe I’m close enough

Through the wind and the rain
Through the drought and Champaign
My love for you shines through
Like the sun, like the sun, like the sun
Bad boy, bad boy, sometimes I'm a bad boy, bad boy, bad boy, sometimes I'm a bad boy

What’s that you said, what you said, what you said
What’s that you said, what you said, what you said

You say you’re looking for your charming prince of passion
He who’ll recite sweet verse in your ear
Someone who’ll bring you flowers constantly
And remember special days of the year
Well good luck. But maybe I’m close enough

From dawn through to dusk
Through dark night’s dark blanket mask
My love for you shines through
Like the sun, like the sun, like the sun
Bad boy, bad boy, sometimes I'm a bad boy, bad boy, bad boy, sometimes I'm a bad boy

What’s that you said, what you said, what you said
What’s that you said, what you said, what you said

You say you’re looking for your Casanova
Someone who'll know your each and every mood
Someone with an understanding so developed
All ten senses so finally tuned
Yes someone who’ll know your each and every mood
Good luck. But maybe I’m close enough

From autumn through to spring
And then back again
My love for you shines through
Like the sun, like the sun, like the sun
Bad boy, bad boy, sometimes I'm a bad boy, bad boy, bad boy, sometimes I'm a bad boy

What’s that you said, what you said, what you said
What’s that you said, what you said, what you said

You say you want someone you can be proud of

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poem by Colin Coplin
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The Loves of the Angels

'Twas when the world was in its prime,
When the fresh stars had just begun
Their race of glory and young Time
Told his first birth-days by the sun;
When in the light of Nature's dawn
Rejoicing, men and angels met
On the high hill and sunny lawn,-
Ere sorrow came or Sin had drawn
'Twixt man and heaven her curtain yet!
When earth lay nearer to the skies
Than in these days of crime and woe,
And mortals saw without surprise
In the mid-air angelic eyes
Gazing upon this world below.

Alas! that Passion should profane
Even then the morning of the earth!
That, sadder still, the fatal stain
Should fall on hearts of heavenly birth-
And that from Woman's love should fall
So dark a stain, most sad of all!

One evening, in that primal hour,
On a hill's side where hung the ray
Of sunset brightening rill and bower,
Three noble youths conversing lay;
And, as they lookt from time to time
To the far sky where Daylight furled
His radiant wing, their brows sublime
Bespoke them of that distant world-
Spirits who once in brotherhood
Of faith and bliss near ALLA stood,
And o'er whose cheeks full oft had blown
The wind that breathes from ALLA'S throne,
Creatures of light such as still play,
Like motes in sunshine, round the Lord,
And thro' their infinite array
Transmit each moment, night and day,
The echo of His luminous word!

Of Heaven they spoke and, still more oft,
Of the bright eyes that charmed them thence;
Till yielding gradual to the soft
And balmy evening's influence-
The silent breathing of the flowers-
The melting light that beamed above,
As on their first, fond, erring hours,-
Each told the story of his love,
The history of that hour unblest,
When like a bird from its high nest

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poem by Thomas Moore
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Now That Theres You

(nickolas ashford/valerie simpson)
Now that theres you
I can get up in the morning
Look down the lonesome road
Know that I have the strength to carry on
Now that theres you
Love abides in my soul
I have a purpose, I have a goal
I can reach out and touch the star
Yesterday it seemed so far
Now that theres you, oh you
No matter the trial
Ill get by coz I know theres an answer
Somewhere in your smile
Now that theres you
I can reach that mountain top
till I get there I wont stop
Ive a new sense of pride
It makes me do things I never tried
Now that theres you oh, you
I can feel I am real
At last I taste the honey
Im alive for the first time
And the sun shines over
Now that theres you
Hey, you
Oh oh oh oh
I see all the colours the world was supposed to be
And now a robin sings and I know theres spring
Now that theres you
Every day I seem to find a new dimension of my mind
Im no longer a piece of clay
My heart has some buried lungs to say
Now that theres you, oh you
I can feel I am real
At last I taste the honey
Im alive for the first time
And the sun shines over
Now that theres you
Thank you baby
I feel I am real
At last I taste the honey
Im alive for the first time
And the sun shines over
Now that theres you
Im real Im real
At last I taste the honey
Im alive for the first time
And the sun shines over
Now that theres you

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Pharsalia - Book VI: The Fight Near Dyrhachium. Scaeva's Exploits. The Witch Of Thessalia.

Now that the chiefs with minds intent on fight
Had drawn their armies near upon the hills
And all the gods beheld their chosen pair,
Caesar, the Grecian towns despising, scorned
To reap the glory of successful war
Save at his kinsman's cost. In all his prayers
He seeks that moment, fatal to the world,
When shall be cast the die, to win or lose,
And all his fortune hang upon the throw.
Thrice he drew out his troops, his eagles thrice,
Demanding battle; thus to increase the woe
Of Latium, prompt as ever: but his foes,
Proof against every art, refused to leave
The rampart of their camp. Then marching swift
By hidden path between the wooded fields
He seeks, and hopes to seize, Dyrrhachium's fort;
But Magnus, speeding by the ocean marge,
First camped on Petra's slopes, a rocky hill
Thus by the natives named. From thence he keeps
Watch o'er the fortress of Corinthian birth
Which by its towers alone without a guard
Was safe against a siege. No hand of man
In ancient days built up her lofty wall,
No hammer rang upon her massive stones:
Not all the works of war, nor Time himself
Shall undermine her. Nature's hand has raised
Her adamantine rocks and hedged her in
With bulwarks girded by the foamy main:
And but for one short bridge of narrow earth
Dyrrhachium were an island. Steep and fierce,
Dreaded of sailors, are the cliffs that bear
Her walls; and tempests, howling from the west,
Toss up the raging main upon the roofs;
And homes and temples tremble at the shock.

Thirsting for battle and with hopes inflamed
Here Caesar hastes, with distant rampart lines
Seeking unseen to coop his foe within,
Though spread in spacious camp upon the hills.
With eagle eye he measures out the land
Meet to be compassed, nor content with turf
Fit for a hasty mound, he bids his troops
Tear from the quarries many a giant rock:
And spoils the dwellings of the Greeks, and drags
Their walls asunder for his own. Thus rose
A mighty barrier which no ram could burst
Nor any ponderous machine of war.
Mountains are cleft, and level through the hills
The work of Caesar strides: wide yawns the moat,
Forts show their towers rising on the heights,

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poem by Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
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