Treasures come in so many ways :
The sun that lights the cloudy days,
a rose that blooms within an hour,
a baby that staring with a wandering gaze,
a dolphin's dance on ocean waves,
a sky full of snowflakes of rarest form,
a beautiful white and peaceful dove

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Loneliness walks with us through the day, and sleeps with us through the night, tears that is not visible to the naked eye, silent screams that no one can hear, but remember, for every soul there is a soul that touches yours , always there is a gleam of faith in the darkening sky.

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Nor angel, nor man, nor brute,
nor body, mind, nor he nor she,
before the sun, the moon, the earth,
before the stars, or comets free,
before even time has had its birth
and the causation' s law,
there was the immortal dream of love
that embraced everything.

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The tears of a child, the pain of a mother! A heart full of memories of a dead father! Here's so much sorrow in every eye, nothing but hurt left here, nothing but bullets and shattered dreams. Yet for the children of world only one equation counts: Their shared humanity.

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Listen my friend,
you are my and Iam you,
you're the breath Inside my breath.
Keep me fully glad with nothing.
Only take my hand in your hand.
Stay near me, pulse to pulse,
and from the ashes a fire shall be woken.

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And when old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart, and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders.
So, don't give up on love,
when it seems that all is lost,
for there is always hope,
if we're prepared to pay the cost.

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Everything said goodbye to us,
however, there is something that stays, however, there is something that bemoans, the love that does not expect to be loved, the love that see in death a dream, in the sunset a golden sadness, in the outrage of years a few stray stars of the sky.

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Why must I lose everything I own?
Why must I lose all I have loved?
All that I desire, all that I've known?
Time is relentless, dauntless,
like a fleeting moment,
like a speck of dust,
in a quick heartbeat,
in a a fleeting breath,
loss descends like darkness,
like the deep calm of death.

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Here birds don't ever sing,
here trees are scarce in spring,
here the planet spins and heated,
here the shadow grows as years pass. Deceived and wounded and unsure,
but the light, imperishable pure,
is in me yet.
And it will never be too late,
to start afresh.

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I have many fathers and I have many mothers, and I have many sisters and I have many brothers. My brothers are black and my mothers are yellow and my fathers are red and my sisters are white. And Iam over fifty thousand years old, and my name is human.

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