There Is A Garden In Her Face,
Where Roses And White Lilies Blow;
A Heavenly Paradise Is That Place,
Wherein All Pleasant Fruits Do Grow.
There Cherries Grow That None May Buy,
Till Cherry Ripe Themselves Do Cry
Worry Litle Bit Evryday
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In a Lyftym U''ll Lose a
Couple Of Years
If Sumthng Is Wrong,
Fix It If U Can
But
Train Urself Not 2 Worry
worry Never Fixes
Anything ...
Every man is more than just himself; he also represents the unique, the very special and always significant and remarkable point at which the world''s phenomena intersect, only once in this way, and never again.
In the attitude of silence the soul
finds the path in a clearer light,
and what is elusive and deceptive
resolves itself into crystal clearness.
Our life is a long and arduous quest
after Truth.
