O sweet Nectaria, keep a song to sing. Fill your mind with thoughts that can make you sigh, And your heart with hopes that can rise sky high.
Should August’s stormy days, their strong winds bring, Clouds so dark that could hide the sun and sky, love finds you, once you keep a song to sing, Fill your mind with thoughts that can make you sigh.
When Autumn leaves but one leaf left to cling, And songbirds search for nests where else to fly, Think not this moment as a time to cry. But mark, to always keep a song to sing. Fill your mind with thoughts that can make you sigh, And your heart with hopes that can rise sky high.
♪ ♫ Well, I guess, it could be said that if my knowledge and wisdom were converted to wealth, I may humbly say, in all honesty, that I am not a millionaire. But if out of my two cents, you would agree to accept one of it, then, I could proudly say, in all modesty, that I have done charity.♥
Staples were traveling on the epiderm, thanking the wounds. The dust, the eternal ugliness were growling. Riveting drama: a royal swanking for a macabre heist. A bizarre charisma overtakes the cozy lips. I was green, and I was a cloud
My adorable academic sanctuary, My big citadel of intellectual prowess, where ignorance is consigned to an ossuary for the once inherent and nagging backwardness. Any who treads your academic trajectory is numbered with the doyen of enlightened ones. Your young
The toppled gravestones, I still count the heads. I will go with your swan song, the bond erupts. You were always sitting under the bougainvillea, waiting for the swallow. The next door summer arrives; Why did you say, it was