Topic:
just for you ford95babe
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I think it sounds better in its original form:
Arabic Lyrics Chorus: Etmakhtari Ya helwa ya zena Ya warda men gowwa gnena Ya ud oronfel ya arusa El ward dallel alena Verse 1: Esh sham 'ayed hawaleki Wes-sehr bayen fi eneki En el-hasud ma lehash fiki Etmakhtari w mili alena Verse 2: Etmakhtari b-helwe awamek Arisek el-kheffa d-dahek Aref ghalawtek we ma'amek Ya badr nawwar hawalena Verse 3: El ward elahmar fe khdud Fattah we nawwar ala udek Wel-lela dih ketti hasudek Ya helwa tefdi be-enena |
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Topic:
Your Voice Called Me
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Check it out here:
http://www.wardaonline.com/lyrics/slsoutak.txt Soutak Nadany (Your Voice Called Me) |
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Topic:
American Poet Auditions Here
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Your laughter rings across the room
As your smile appears like magic, It is the same vision Leonardo saw in The Mona Lisa, which is tragic— For me I cannot escape your eyes, Your smile or your ringing laughter. My soul has its walking shoes and wherever Your heart goes I am sure to follow after. You dance into my dreams at night And bring me hope and joy. I look upon your timeless beauty, Which is sometimes not too coy. I am the art critic who must reveal As I look into your wondrous eyes. The everlasting hope I feel Each time my heart gives rise. I just want you to know Some things can’t be explained, Like the butterflies who live inside Whose powers cannot be restrained. Let your butterflies be free And our hearts beat as one, And in this time of glorious love You will see, we both have won. |
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Topic:
My Poems
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Great work...I can see how much you love your son by your writing. Very
nice. |
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Topic:
A WHITE ROSE
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Hi Randy...I see your a fan of John Boyle O’Reilly. I am a Poe man
myself...but I do like Irish poets as will. |
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Topic:
nada
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can you feel him...
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nada
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And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore! |
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