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Life's Like Poetry

Dolly Parton

All I Can Do

1976

Life's like poetry and in my poem bay 
Until now there's always been a missing line 
You know life's too short to hide a good thing you feel

Should we stay, should we run

Hold on strong, never stop to roam
My sisters, and brothers, everyone
They said
Freedom is a lost poem
And the heartland is

into my soul
Like it's the last I'll ever know
They embody love
Like some long forgotten poem
I'm not an island when I'm alone

As the wind passes

see the world like it's in poem
Making room to grow
Compromised your views and sold your soul

Never leave a trail that blazes
Only find myself in

floetry
A flower off of my poem tree
You know they say I'm sultry

Think you should listen cause it spoke to me
And it told me

That we all got the same

that feels at home, write a poem 'til the pain is gone.
Only thing that feels at peace, spinnin' the records, rockin' the beats.
All these words inside

impressionar esperar você voltar e chamar pra conversar e quando se voltou, eu não estava lá! 
E não tô nem aí pro que você vai pensar! 

É, tá difícil né.. põem

My hottest poem
came to me on a cloudy Tuesday afternoon
at the brink of noon

Unaware, I had invited what I sought not
And amidst computerized walls

Buraco do Tatu

Refrão
não poem a mão no buraco do tatu
pode ter cascavel jararaca ou urutu
se covê por  pode levar uma picada
o tatu é bicho amigo

healer & teacher that I've ever known
Next to Love she is up there holding hands with the man above

Our love reminds me of a poem
Abstract
It doesn't need

This poem is not about revolution
Or Malcolm or Tupac or revenge
Or an attack on America or even her own injustice
It's not even about Assata
But

Woté mwen an problèm
Sé vré kè nou ja ba lari chenn
Mé an arété fè lé paran lapen
Tou lé jou nou ka run
An ba guigui é ronm
Le wiken sé an poèm
Ou

write these poems
These peasants act like I owe them
Who them? I don’t even know them
(Ayy, Come on man tell them again man)
Sipping on Paulie Masson
I

and on a search
I've got a poem for you to perch on
You tell me "This ain't the dark middle ages"
And "There is no fun in the rules of speech"
Well it's alright if

the years
And leaves its trace
The wind that blows in my ears
Keeps giving me the chase
Maybe one day it will sweep the ashes
Like a mute poem
I know the wind

feelins' to words like a poem
And I'm breakin' it down like anatomy (Un)
You lovin' me privately
You are my anxiety
I just been treating my songs like my

And turquoise oceans from poems I'd read (Poems I'd read)
But the day that grey caught my eye
Was when shades became colours to me

It was underneath the moon

Traz o bic e burn
Kéfum de hash na blunt
Poem lean no ré cup
Mistura com Nescau


Don't mess up
Minha vida é crazy
Direto to lazy
Baby qué smoke

Everyday I write a happy poem
Pearls of laughter rolling on panes of fire blasted sand
All of time is a construct here
It has become pulse
Spider-web

been a while since I wrote one
I traded in poems and wrote songs instead
But tonight I got slow bars
And this lil buzz
No liquor
Go figure
With you I be

Lil jior voltando eh pik@ hein
Balaclava na minha cara 
to tomando de assalto 
minha arma eh minha caneta
se liga meu mano poem a mao pro alto

to say that was the coolest day
The coolest way of life
The coolest stay in time
The coolest day of mine
I think it was my poem lines and your taste in

She sending me
She sending me
She sending me
Yeah, yeah, yeah...

She sending me care packages, she sending me love poems
She sending me coffee beans

what the black person can
This poem is not an invitation to a pity party
And it's not to put down other ethnicities
No this poem is for those whose skin