If I were in charge of the world
I'd cancel oatmeal,
Monday mornings,
Allergy shots, and also Sara Steinberg.
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I dream a world where man
No other man will scorn,
Where love will bless the earth
And peace its paths adorn
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The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town;
My spirit revives in the morning breeze,
though it died when the sun went down;
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The story's told
Of long ago
About a statue
With a head of gold
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When you look for peace
then the peace lies within you
When you search for peace
then it is not hard to find
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O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
   Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
   Thy mists that roll and rise!
Thy woods this autumn day, that ache and sag
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My Stella 54
(Occupied with love)

What wilt the world say about our love so unlike the nature?
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In the world of Saints
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We have now won two world-wars, neither of which concerned us, we were
slipped in. We have levelled the powers
Of Europe, that were the powers of the world, into rubble and
dependence. We have won two wars and a third is comming.
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Welcome to my world
Some say it's a simple place
Well that may be so
But at least, there's always a smile on my face
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World was in the face of the beloved--,
but suddenly it poured out and was gone:
world is outside, world can not be grasped.
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Good bye to this world....
when the son kills his father
and the father forsakes his son
Good bye to this world
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Why don't we all take a hard look at the world we live in.
Why is it that we have all the hate not love,
Why is there all ways room for war, not peace?
Why is it that no one ever thinks about the consequences of their actions?
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Oh, the world is all too rude for thee, with much ado and care;
Oh, this world is but a rude world, and hurts a thing so fair;
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Whoever now weeps somewhere in the world,
weeps without reason in the world,
weeps over me.
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Before all the wondrous shows of the widespread space around him, what living, sentient thing loves not the all-joyous light -- with its colors, its rays and undulations, its gentle omnipresence in the form of the wakening Day? The giant-world of the unresting constellations inhales it as the innermost soul of life, and floats dancing in its blue flood -- the sparkling, ever-tranquil stone, the thoughtful, imbibing plant, and the wild, burning multiform beast inhales it -- but more than all, the lordly stranger with the sense-filled eyes, the swaying walk, and the sweetly closed, melodious lips. Like a king over earthly nature, it rouses every force to countless transformations, binds and unbinds innumerable alliances, hangs its heavenly form around every earthly substance. -- Its presence alone reveals the marvelous splendor of the kingdoms of the world.

Aside I turn to the holy, unspeakable, mysterious Night. Afar lies the world -- sunk in a deep grave -- waste and lonely is its place. In the chords of the bosom blows a deep sadness. I am ready to sink away in drops of dew, and mingle with the ashes. -- The distances of memory, the wishes of youth, the dreams of childhood, the brief joys and vain hopes of a whole long life, arise in gray garments, like an evening vapor after the sunset. In other regions the light has pitched its joyous tents. What if it should never return to its children, who wait for it with the faith of innocence?
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Half the world lives,
Half the world makes,
Half the world gives
While the other half takes.
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The world of dew is, yes,
a world of dew,
but even so
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We live in a world where the reaper appears unexpected. In a world where death is imminent. In a world where sorrow and pain thrives. In a world where people struggle and cries. In a world where everybody eats and dies. In a world where day by day we grow old. In a world where we first be in pain before we gain. Life is unfair. Each day tears are shed. Each day we bled. Amidst all of this we must know. This world is preparing us for a better one. A world with no sorrow or pain. A world where we never grow old each day. A world where death is held at bay. A world where our beloved will stay. With you, with everyone forever. Till eternity and to never ever. To whoever is facing pain. To whoever is sorrowful and in pain. We all feel for you. Seeing hearts bleed on media. My heart bleeds for you too. You are not alone. We are all on the same boat. Look forward to world beyond. There is hope and love amidst all.
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"I can imagine a world without books,
but I can't imagine a world without education.
I can imagine a world without degrees,
but I can't imagine a world without talent.
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The Chance Operations Of Short History And Features Of The World Literature Into Verse Paragraph
20 January, 2019

World literature is sometimes used to refer to the sum total of the world's national literatures, but usually it refers to the circulation of works into the wider world beyond their country of origin. Often used in the past primarily for masterpieces of Western European literature, world literature today is increasingly seen in global context. Readers today have access to an unprecedented range of works from around the world in excellent translations, and since the mid-1990s a lively debate has grown up concerning both the aesthetic and the political values and limitations of an emphasis on global processes over national traditions.
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Creative worlds are aligned dreams of talking therapy.
realism makes sense of the experience you have had
Eternities are lot difference worlds
Alternative parallel worlds
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Life has never been sweeter
The entrance to what is peaceful
A reality to all of us
A Turkish, a Russian complex
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Lilac Castles

They are, of course, above the earth,
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An eye for another eye; would definitely plunge the entire world into a mortuary of cringing darkness—would definitely make the entire world blind,

A tongue for another tongue; would definitely dumb the entire world into a wall of haplessly delirious silence—would definitely make the entire world mute,
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