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they are happy, sad, angry, romantic, or about their attitude. When you read
these lyrics, they will tell you the mood, of these writers.
The Power of Love
Set me as a seal upon thine heart
As a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death;
Jealousy is cruel as the grave; the coals thereof are coals
of fire
which hath a most vehement flame.
Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown
it:
If a man would give all the substance of his house for love,
it would
utterly be condemned.
__King Solomon
I Need Time
Not now, not now, not
now, I say.
I’ll serve you Lord, just not today.
You see, I do not need you now. My life’s complete.
So tell me how, I’m to serve you and still have time to hang
loose
with these dawgs of mine?
But in a little while I’ll come. Just not now, Lord.
I’m with my chums. See they don’t know a thing about you.
So give me time - just one more day. And
I’ll try to come your way.
But understand, I may change my mind.
Cuz these friends of mine, are trying to find a way to make
their lives right.
And I, Well I just can’t talk about the light.
They’ll think I’m weird. They will think I’m strange, if I
tell them about
your name. They’ll laff at me. I’ll be a joke, if I tell
them about the yoke
that you bore just for me. I can’t yet Lord. I need to be
free. I’ll fit my
future in your plan. Just wait for me Lord - you understand.
__L. Dianne Malone
Alone
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
Of a demon in my view.
__ Edgar Allan Poe
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