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SATAN'S TAUNT.
One is two, I'm telling you, The truth is surely plain to see.
And two and three are five, it's true, But not the way they're meant to be.
Four is four, not two plus two, It can't be such an oddity.
Five is five, but three is too, You have to view them properly.
Well, six is six, like pickup sticks, But seven is three, it has to be.
And eight is seven, inbetwixt, So nine minus six is nothing, not three.
If you can't see, your mind's too strict, Your memory, is not the key.
You have to look at four, five, and six, You mustn't think, you have to see!
ONE TEAR.
Know you nothing more I dread, Than to pass th'entire year, Shedding naught but hair from head? Yet not a single precious tear!
ETERNITY.
An eternity of days and nights, Shall be ours in the afterlife, And freely shall it be our right, But not without a certain price.
A price is paid, in memories, Of how life was, and could have been, Viewed once before, then forever after, Before in sorrow and in laughter.
After this we pay a price, Review our lives here more than twice. Longing so that, while living, We had shared the more our giving.
For naught else can we but receive, The passages of memory, And ever though we thus complain, We have no chance to give again.
A SPECIAL MAN.
My father was a special man, I think of him now and then, I'll never forget that day, The Lord took my father away, I was so young then, I've heard about him now and then, Oh he's so special to me, I'll never forget that day... The Lord took my father away, I remember it as if it was yesterday, But now I have a Father that will never die... Oh that heavenly Father of mine, I'll be up there in time.
THE GIRL OF LIGHT.
Should my skin be black or white? I dared to ask the Girl of Light.
Or should, I gravely asked, the sun, And moon in brightness equal one?
And as she gave me her reply, I saw a tear fall from her eye,
As stooping down upon her knee, She beckoned earnestly to me,
That all as one should I befriend, To live in mem'ry past my end,
And though the vision wax or wane, To try as long as I remain.
For God in Heaven knows the heart, Of every soul that must depart.
Then she left me; Oh! So fast! As motionless, her image passed,
And with the trueness of a beam, Of light her wisdom made it seem,
That never dark is darkest night, When one has met the Girl of Light.
ESCAPE.
There's not much left of those mountains you see, Beautiful forest and great big trees, The air so fresh and so peaceful too, God made them for me and He made them for you, We all need to escape from the world now and then, So the mountains are where I've always been, Just enjoy them when you can 'cause there will Not be any mountains left for you and me.
THE LITTLE DAISY GIRL.
There was a little girl, Who longed to be a flower, So she teased her golden curl, As she wished it by the hour.
One day her limbs began to shrivel, And her clothes to all unravel, Hair transformed to golden petals, As her roots dug in the gravel.
Then said she,
"This is simply quite amazing, Here I stand within the sod, As a waving yellow daisy, Who no more shall ever plod.
"Of fate or God am I the seed, So bright and pretty and gay? Or of Satan, such a weed? I pray not!" she had to say.
Soon a bee began to hover, As it kissed her pretty face. What a happy little lover, On its singing wings of lace.
Then came a caterpillar, Chewing all her leaves to shreds, Leaving her to wilter, Down among the flowerbeds.
So the sun began to burn, Upon her golden yellow spray, But she found she could not turn, Instead to face the other way.
In one day did she grow old, Whisper dry and all alone, Bowed in age, frail and cold, Like a poor, tired, nodding crone.
Happy was she as a child, Gayer still a simple flower, Now she's buried in the wild, With pretty daisies for her bower.
THE SONG OF CAROL
Sing to me the Song of Carol, Brightest ribbons in a breeze, Dancing bannerettes. A fair! All Snapping colors midst the trees.
Such wonder that the day denies, In tinted white with blue between. Reflected spell, bound in the eyes, No summer, scudded cloudy scene.
Oh land of crook and silver brook, Of shadow dank and mossy bank, Restore what she before forsook, Where plundered stones asunder sank.
From the mire will come no spire, Long forgotten this old castle. Fawn and fish, and swan's desire, Wistful leap from thistled tassel.
So may in dreams come what seems neigh, The plunder of your wonder years, And to the sky your prayers fly, To banish all your early fears.
Now with your friends the fair begins, The lost, the lonely, silent few, To heal hearts and help amends, And help their lives to start anew.
I'M STUCK ON YOU LIKE GLUE.
Sometimes it hurts so much that I know it could never come true, I wish you would notice me some day, Then I know it will soon pay, I'm stuck on you like glue and no one can pull me apart from you, Your personality makes me want to hold on... maybe like...super glue, I'm stuck on you like glue and no one can pull me apart from you, Ya...I'll still be stuck on you till you notice me some day...
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