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All say, 'How hard it is that we have to die' - a strange complaint to come from the mouths read more
All say, 'How hard it is that we have to die' - a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live.
If there were dreams to sell, what would you buy?
If there were dreams to sell, what would you buy?
Don't strew me with roses after I'm dead. When Death claims the light of my brow No flowers of life read more
Don't strew me with roses after I'm dead. When Death claims the light of my brow No flowers of life will cheer me: instead You may give me my roses now!
A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic.
A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic.
You can shed tears that she is gone, or you can smile because she has lived.You can close your eyes read more
You can shed tears that she is gone, or you can smile because she has lived.You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back,or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.Your heart can be empty because you can't see her,or you can be full of the love you shared.You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.You can remember her only that she is gone,or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back.Or you can do what she'd want:smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
Some bold adventurers disdain
The limits of their little reign,
And unknown regions date descry.
Some bold adventurers disdain
The limits of their little reign,
And unknown regions date descry.
If we don't know life, how can we know death?
If we don't know life, how can we know death?
One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure its worth watching.
One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure its worth watching.
We must all die!
All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when,
Nor how, so we die read more
We must all die!
All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when,
Nor how, so we die well; and can that man that does so
Need lamentation for him?
