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In time of silver rain,. The earth puts forth new life again,. Green grasses grow,. And flowers life their heads,. And all over the plains,. The wonder spreads,. I'm time of silver rain,.
You can't take credit for your talents, it's how you use them that counts..
My heart has wonders from your presents now,. I long for you again,. My spirit gives,. My soul is berdun,. Beneath the weight of all my sin,. I now return to you for pardon,.
Quoth the raven, " never more ".
Don't judge a man till you walk two moons in his mocansins.
Come and sing a song of joy and celebration And have a festive holiday, Good will Bringing good will to all This holiday.
Who gets there cheeks pinched. I do.
Love can build a bridge.
Love your naboor as your brother.
The wind was a torrent of darkness Among the fusted trees, The moon was a ghostly gallon tossed apoun the seas.
Who know the poem the highwayman.