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Sunrise by the river
On a cold November day
I saw a paper bag floating by
That was my papa
I saw a violet in the grass
That was my mama
And looking down ha

guided on by the light, we'll reach the edge and then we'll find out

All I want is to make the call that proves them wrong and take the fall

I can see

Still I'm defenseless

The house by the lake
His hands resting awhile on the oars
Speaking with quiet conviction
Carefully unlocking doors

a shoulder
I'll chop a foothold in the floor by and by
And dream of my darlin waist-deep in clover
Pulling an oar to reach my side
Are you a prophet, are you

Too late to escape
Too tired to flee
I'm a marionette
With your strings controlling me

Wading deeper, and deeper into the blue
Losing my oar, I'm

The Earth has grown my roots
From the strongest of trees
Crafted by man to sail the high seas
My wings are woven by a shield made to fly
With

of Fire and Water, the earth the air, we breathe the same
Look to the father, learn your name and your place by the river, dance. In. The. Rain.

Solitary city spots,
Roads less travelled and if so, Usually not by choice. These views Be rarely caught, stream the Thought pattern they inspire are God

गङ्गायाश्चापि सन्तारं भरद्वाजस्य दर्शनम्
भरद्वाजाभ्यनुज्ञानाच्चित्रकूटस्य दर्शनम्

Guha's oar strokes, a funky beat
Rama, Lakshmana, Sita by his side
Leaving

is
Do bist hjir, it is frjemd dat ik it sis

Mar ik leau, ja, ik leau
Dat ik dy mis

We bin tegearre, mar it fielt oars
Tegearre, mar net by mekoar

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from his heart never reached his mouth

So restricting
There's a strain in my brain and day by day, I'm praying the Lord's gonna evict him
I'd argue it's

Horizontal statues, like dried bark on the shore
Souls covered in seaweed, chained to a runaway oar
Clinging to ancient truth, bound to make your

them,
	Do you hear the crowd.
Little by little by little by little.

Stand Up, Stand Up.
	Stand Up, Stand Up.

Peace, ahhh,
	No time for Peace.
Peace

Typhoon

Mr. Jukes

God First

2017

the deep;
By the dive;
By the dark
I will survive
By the foam;
By the spray
I shall meet
The coming day

Man the oars
Beat the drums!
Hold tight

The Galley

Accept

Stalingrad

2012

Pulling the weight up against the wind
Is the plight of the galley slave
Chained to this cold bench, six to the oar
Sentenced to an early grave

Story Of A Heart

Benny Andersson

Story of a Heart

keep coming through,
So many years,
Still I'm defenseless.

The house by the lake,
His hands resting awhile on the oars,
Speaking with quiet

Petty

Obie Trice

Bottoms Up

2012

so Sinatra
You know my [?] not proper for the Oscars
But I opt out for the Oxfords in the Oxford
Ha ha, that hurts
Some'n by this oar got 'em

breathe or talk again
So now we’re locked within United States of Hate
Surrounded by those that think Jim Crow made us great
How do you find peace where

of mind)
I'm not evil by design, but I feel dead at times
Stick that needle in my eye, just lost my peace of mind (peace of mind)
I'm not evil by design,

You could put it in
Of course being a Monday would be the one day
Trains are delayed by the score
And it never rains but it pours
Mine's not due for

Let's enjoy life
I have stood
in same place by my myself
I looked back with nostalgia
long time ago
I like smile smile smile
and Peace
don't kick yourself

I don't, die
Putting my ego right aside
You can't knock it down if you don't try, yea
Peace be the journey, peace be the, aye
Peace be the journey,

Before long
Smoking Backwoods in the Redwoods how we fell in love
Broken taillight with the red hood, Highway 1
By the cliffside with the lighthouse

strong and mighty

People are dying of hunger
The world is full of misery
Where is love in Africa, where is peace in our land
Sikelela Somandla