My Friend
My friend must be a bird
Because he flies.
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Shall I Compare Thee, (Sonnet XVIII)
Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou are more lovely and more temperate:
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Happiness
I asked professors who teach the meaning of life to tell me,
what is happiness.
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One Day I Wrote Her Name
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
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Why Is The Rose So Pale
Oh Dearest, canst thou tell me why
The Rose should be so pale?
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Annabel Lee
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
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Ah, My Beloved
Ah, my beloved, fill the cup that clears
Today of past regrets and future fears;
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The Spring and the Fall
In the spring of the year, in the spring of the year,
I walked the road beside my dear.
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A Red, Red Rose
O my luve's like a red, red rose.
That's newly sprung in June;
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YOU SMILED
You smiled, you spoke and I believed,
By every word and smile- deceived.
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