Salut, mes amis!
| I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend. In life there are only happy endings. If it's not, then it isn't the end. Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art! Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes. Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart, Vulture, whose wings are dull realities? How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise? Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies, Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing? Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car? And driven the Hamadryad from the wood To seek a shelter in some happier star? Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood, The Elfin from the green grass, and from me The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree? Sonnet to Science Edgar Allen Poe |
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Confusing the world one people at a time.
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, what do we do? We swim... swim... swim...
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There is no such thing as black and white
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Confusing the world one people at a time.
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, what do we do? We swim... swim... swim...
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There is no such thing as black and white
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Confusing the world one people at a time.
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, what do we do? We swim... swim... swim...
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= Impossible is Nothing!!!! =
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There is no such thing as black and white
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Confusing the world one people at a time.
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, what do we do? We swim... swim... swim...
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