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My mother is the sweetest and most delicate of all. She knows more of paradise than angels can recall. She gave the gift of life to me, and then in love, she set me free.
She is at once the sea and shore, my freedom and my past. With her I launch my daring ship. Yet keep the things that last.
Her love is something that no one can explain. It’s made of deep devotion and of sacrifice and pain. It’s endless and unselfish and enduring come what may for nothing can destroy it or take that love away
She’s at once the field and bower in which my heart takes root. I love you, mom!! ever after!!

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Football (Might)­­ Comes Home

“Revenge is a funny thing…”

Go England!!No wonder if all Englishman and fans of Three Lions around the world are on cloud nine following England’s superb triumph against Croatia in Wembley Stadium last night. That has put Capello Babes officially qualified on World Cup 2010 in South Africa. The pain has been cured, when all Englishman cried lamenting their failure two years ago. As we know, Croatia vanquished England in the Wembley rain to sweep them out of Euro 2008 and Steve McClaren out of a job. And now, Frank Lampard and Steven Gerrard scored two goals each to exact their own personal revenge for that horrible night. Eduardo scored no more than consolation goal in 73 minutes, and then Wayne Rooney adding another near the end. England blew Croatia’s chance to lead Group 6 by beating them five goals to one!

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Devrais-je en Faire une Réalité?

Ici, je suis toujours en lutte contre mon rêve, comme si elle était toujours vivante. Pas seulement du mal à fermer ces yeux, mais aussi d’imaginer à marcher avec vous que le prince de votre cœur. Affectueusement parler de l’avenir, comme si c’était quelque chose comme vous et moi contre le monde.

Mais ce n’est pas juste, parce que tu n’es pas là, J’attends en vain, mais rien n’a changé. Dis-moi fille, où vous êtes actuellement. Parce que je ne sais pas combien de temps je peux attendre. Je suis une fleur, qui trempent dans la pluie, si je pouvais souhaiter une chose, j’aimerais vous entendre appeler mon nom. Je suis un rêveur, attendant le soleil. Lorsque vous êtes en entrant, je sais que ma vie a commencé. Dis-moi jeune fille

Quand vais-je voir votre visage? Je pense que Je t’aime, que je verrai votre visage.


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