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Do you want me to pluck the stars and gift you for making your Necklace? Do you want me to pick the Crescent and gift you for wearing as your Pendant? Do you want me to bring the Sun and gift you for using as your Lantern? Do you want me to get the Comet and gift you for playing as Diwali Rocket? Do you want me to cut the firmament and gift you for stitching your raiment? Come on my wife The bright light of my life What do you want, tell me The sky is my Fancy store I can get anything from there for your fun-fare But, don't ask me any Sari or jewelry to wear Sorry, this common man can't afford to bear!
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the time before I leave for the sky...
I want you to be by my side...
explore with me round the corners of the earth...
to touch the zenith, reach for the stars.
I want to win the love of my people...
who once misunderstood me, defeated me...
took me wrong in every way...
which I never wanted in their eyes to be.
the ones who cheated me a very day...
I want to show them who am I, what am I now...
make them feel guilty...
want them their heads to bow.
Assassinate the evils who harrassed me ones...
expose them in front of all in the road...
ceaselessly keep on torturing them...
until and unless they fall on my foot.
unending wishes I have in my heart...
my soul unless will survive behind the bars...
the time before I leave for the sky...
I want to have all, which was never mine.
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Strawberry Fields Forever (To All the Farm workers) As the early light melts away the morning dew There are strawberry fields forever awaiting you Your morning preparations Daily routine operations You put on your surgical gloves To protect the softness that your husband loves You slip on your knee pads as if armor In a fight against mother earth, you don’t want to harm her Your bonnet carefully tied down As your knees kiss the ground Berry crates stacked skyscraper high Balanced carefully an architect would cry You search fruitfully through green leaves for little red You’ll find him with his brothers, exactly where he went to bed A little blush but ready for your hand Ready for succulent lips through the land You run out to meet the morning sun Race it across the horizon till you done Your hands slice through plants like a veg-o-matic You know only one speed, that’s automatic The more baskets you fill The more your children spill But their laughter keeps them safe and sound As they frolic in the fields, the daily playground Today’s crop is plump and ripe The Japanese foreman won’t have a gripe As he passes by you stand and take a bow Respect for the opportunity to place sweat on your brow The day is hot and the day is long But the heart is open and the back is strong The sun changes its angle and a breeze sweeps in Gently massages an a aroma into your skin A smile out duels a frown As aching bones rise from the ground The trucks are loaded and to the cooler they go Welcome to America and be part of the greatest show
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A great beauty has passed from this life. Of good times and sometimes toil and strife. Some will say that she went to a better place. Look at the blue sky or a white cloud, you will still see her face. Movements like those of a gazelle in flight. Hair that shone like gold on a moonlit night. Eyes that could touch your soul. And essence like that of a red rose. Farrah, you fought hard to stay here on earth with us. But when God calls you, go you must. Whenever we feel a summer breeze or april rain. It will seem like you are near. And in our hearts, your memory will always remain dear.
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A star has been plucked from the sky. The sky is now dimmer. It happened on June 25th. A day, we will always remember. Never again to see Michael's smile light up the skies. Never again to see him moonwalk across the stage as his fans cries. Never again to hear him sing Billie Jean. To the roaring sound of his fans' screams. A brother of the sun has been taken away. But in our hearts his music will always stay. Michael Jackson will now dance among the clouds. And in the heavens, you will still hear him singing loud and proud.
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