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Eu vou tocar todos os sinos
Para o seu aniversário
Eu vou tirar dos meus bolsos
Joias extravagantes das belas enseadas.
I have many-a successes in my life
Although I have not always lived in the light
In the light of what is doing what is right
It has always been a fight
I try to do what makes my parents proud
Festival of lights
shines the eternal flame,
If it doesn't move your heart
let the glimmer reach your soul.
When I was little
I used to be angry at the world
For letting the night sky
Grow dark.
I was angry at them
For taking away the stars
Walking down the hallway
Look down and it's flooded with lights
Everyone had those shoes
Well
I didn't
Thought they were cool though
And yeah
They were cool
And I thought I'd get some
I forget them in the day time, all the little lights
At me they wave and blink and do their damndest to get my attention, but I pay them no mind
Those small Christmas lights lit up my whole world
Those lights made me smile for just a short time
THey made time last forever, everything whirled
Little orbs that were bright and made life fine,
A platform for Thespis and song,
I would like to thank the stage.
A barrier from audience and wrong,
I would like to thank the curtain.
A guide off the stage and on,
I would like to thank the lights.
You ever walk down the street,
and find it empty?
The sidewalks barren,
with no one,
nothing in sight.
The lights are dim,
as if knowing
today is nothing special.
They're too fast
They speak of things I don't understand
Their lips are quick but their minds are slow here
I would rather be there
Here the harrowing hardships are fast
Not slow enough to listen
Lights.
Lights will shine bright.
Bright like sunshine high in the sky, but don't get to close it may not delight.
Bright like the sun it shines, yet it lies.
it's a friday night football game
a stage set for a comical play
a room filled, ready for your song
a starry night, beside the one you love
the best things happen under the lights
Heat. I love it.
Heat. Does it love me?
Dehydration, sunurns galore. It hurts.
Sun, bright, burns out my eyes. Why,
do I sit in it, do I fight for it, do I wish it into existence.
For summer fun?
People often wonder why I like to close my eyes.
How strange it is, to want to see without sight.
Or produce colour, where there is only darkness.
Sometimes, the world is too much. Too dull, or just all wrong.
Christmas Lights, Whose power so bright. But not brighter than the grimaces hung from every face in sight. Joyous music fills the air, Holiday decorations fashioned everywhere. But not a holiday spirit can be found, not here, nor there.
I am a storyteller,
A teller of tales not my own,
Of those who were not recognized,
Of those who went above
And beyond,
Of those who failed,
Of those who at least
Tried,
Who comes to help you,when you are dying?Who comes to help you,when theres a fire?Who comes to help you,when your on the highway and bust a tire?
The night is like a shining mask. Dark,mysterious, and full of lights. We both hear the howling wolves getting eager to be satisfied. A cricket in the dark brings comfort to the ears on a glooming night. Raw night just waiting to be heard.
I've always loved December
The Snow, the lights, the pretty embers
If I could own just one night
I would wish for magic in the sky
Neon colors would dance, alive
Steaking the dark canvas at midnight
Take a deep breath
Walk on stage
Lights in your face
you're on the stage
you sit in silence
waiting
waiting to hear yourself
you take a moment
another deep breath
you speak
City Lights, Valley low
Watching through all the snow
From this highway where I stand
Twinching fingers, aprehensive hand
City Lights, how you glow
Twinkling dots put on a show
bright, bright...
extremely bright lights, the spark of flame or the front of a bike
Guiding the people through darkness at night
arguablly equal to the blessing of life.
I am from music at volumes so highFrom the feelings of all that make you sigh
I am from hours of bright, hot lightsAnd the packing of instruments at the end of the night
The darkness outside shines in through the lining of windows
The humid air smells of hard work
The quick flash of a cell phone, a camera
Lighting up the merry faces of battle-worm winners.
The nervous sensation running down my skin,
the only thing I feel is the desire to win.
The wraps in my gloves are sweaty,
my shoulders and arms feel heavy.
I threw my last punches with all my power,
Please Read carefully, thank you.
Two lights in his eyes, so beautiful, i praise him for it is he i can never despise.
The beauty of his green iris, spread through my soul, like the most potent virus.
needle's talking ninety,
meter shaking from the volume,
windows pulse and this beat--
strands whip over my eyes,
windows low and this breeze.
As I speed down the interstate
the only thing I see is headlights and tailights
for miles.
Driving is a passion
that keeps me sane, helps me escape,
makes me smile.
Speeding along,
