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Ashley Robinson

I Am Not Yours
Sara TeasdaleI
am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love - put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.

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Ashley Robinson/ Deja Vu (No rap version b/c Beyonce can hold a tune on her own)

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Beyonce- Deja Vu (No Rap Version)- New Unreleased Music 2011

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Ashley Robinson/ Cant remember to forget you

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Shakira - Can't Remember To Forget You (Audio) ft. Rihanna

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LOS BABYS DE MEXICO NO NECESITAN INTRODUCION

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Guantanamera in Spanish vocals on left channel

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Tim Doody/I loved you first:but your love afterwards

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Tim Doody/I loved you first:but your love afterwards

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Puff Daddy/Faith Evans/112 - I'll Be Missing You

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Christopher George Latore Wallace (1972 - 1997) AKA The Notorious B.I.G.

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Vídeo oficial de Vicente Fernández de su tema 'Estos Celos'. Haz clic aquí para escuchar a Vicente Fernández en Spotify: http://smarturl.it/ViFeSpot?IQid=ViFeEC Incluido en Para Siempre.

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Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore - Works - Poems - A Valentine (Text-E)

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Poem for My Love

by, June Jordan

How do we come to be here next to each

other in the night

Where are the stars that show us to our love

inevitable

Outside the leaves flame usual in darkness

and the rain

falls cool and blessed on the holy flesh

the black men waiting on the corner

for a womanly mirage

I am amazed by peace

It is this possibility of you

asleep

and breathing in the quiet air

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Angela L. Pagan/ Cuanto Duele- Carlos y Alejandra

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Angela L. Pagan/ Cuanto Duele- Carlos y Alejandra

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Angela L. Pagan/ Soneto XVII- Pablo Neruda

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Angela L. Pagan/ Soneto XVII- Pablo Neruda

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No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.

Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva
dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.

Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera,

sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.

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Matt Advani/Volverán Las Oscuras Golondrinas- Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer

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Volveran las oscuras golondrinas, por Becquer

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Last updated on Aug. 22, 2000 (1836-1870) Volverán las oscuras golondrinas Volverán las oscuras golondrinas en tu balcón sus nidos a colgar, y, otra vez, con el ala a sus cristales jugando llamarán; pero aquéllas que el vuelo refrenaban 5 tu hermosura y mi dicha al contemplar, aquéllas que aprendieron nuestros nombres...

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Matt Advani/Don't Think Twice It's Alright-Bob Dylan

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Don't Think Twice It's Alright [Bob Dylan 1962]

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This video - © Vintage Entertainment Limited 2012. All rights reserved. www.vintage.tv Vintage TV is a music channel on Sky (369), Virgin (343) and Freesat (515). Tune in and enjoy the 'Soundtrack to the 20th Century'. Edited by Dan Pick www.danpickvideo.com

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Anthony Hersee/Glitter In The Air - Pink

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Anthony Hersee/Glitter In The Air - Pink

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P!nk - Glitter In The Air (GRAMMYs on CBS)

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Catalina Journet- Brizuela/ The Truth About Love

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Catalina Journet- Brizuela/ The Truth About Love

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Catalina Journet- Brizuela/ Crazy for You

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Catalina Journet- Brizuela/ Crazy for You

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Best Coast - Crazy For You [OFFICIAL VIDEO]

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Best Coast - Crazy For You Directed by Bob Harlow. Grab the new release, Crazy For You (LP | CD | MP3), on: Mexican Summer: http://bit.ly/bccrazyforyoustore Amazon: http://amzn.to/1o9LsGr iTunes: http://bit.ly/UAaPdu http://www.mexicansummer.com

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Margaret McPherrin/ I don't wanna miss a thing 

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Margaret McPherrin/ I don't wanna miss a thing 

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Aerosmith -  I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing Lyrics

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Music video by Jake Owen performing Alone With You. (C) 2011 Sony Music Entertainment

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Tara Lanigan/Can You Feel The Love Tonight 

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Tara Lanigan/Can You Feel The Love Tonight 

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The Lion King Can you feel the love tonight HD

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Theresa Bertini/ That's What Makes You Beautiful

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Theresa Bertini/ That's What Makes You Beautiful

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One Direction - What Makes You Beautiful (Official Video)

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By Mary Szybist

Again this morning my eyes woke up too close

to your eyes,

their almost green orbs

too heavy-lidded to really look back.

To wake up next to you

is ordinary. I do not even need to look at you

to see you.

But I do look. So when you come to me

in your opulent sadness, I see

you do not want me

to unbutton you

so I cannot do the one thing

I can do.

Now it is almost one a.m. I am still at my desk

and you are upstairs at your desk a staircase

away from me. Already it is years

of you a staircase

away from me. To be near you

and not near you

is ordinary.

You

are ordinary.

Still, how many afternoons have I spent

peeling blue paint from

our porch steps, peering above

hedgerows, the few parked cars for the first

glimpse of you. How many hours under

the overgrown, pink Camillas, thinking

the color was wrong for you, thinking

you'd appear

after my next

blink.

Soon you'll come down the stairs

to tell me something. And I'll say,

okay. Okay. I'll say it

like that, say it just like

that, I'll go on being

your never-enough.

It's not the best in you

I long for. It's when you're noteless,

numb at the ends of my fingers, all is

all. I say it is.

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Nas - Cherry Wine (Explicit) ft. Amy Winehouse

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Music video by Nas performing Cherry Wine (Explicit). ©: The Island Def Jam Music Group

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Tristan

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San Francisco//The Mowgli's

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THE MOWGLI'S - San Francisco [LYRIC VIDEO]

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Download The Mowgli's Full Length Album "Waiting For The Dawn" Now! iTunes: http://smarturl.it/iWaitingfortheDawn Amazon: http://smarturl.it/awaitingforthedawn Google Play: http://goo.gl/JLuY3 On Tour Now! http://photofinishrecords.com/tour-dates/ http://www.themowglis.net http://www.facebook.com/themowglis http://www.twitter.com/themowglis http://www.photofinishrecords.com Video created by Rudy Garcia (rudy@photofinishrecords.com) Lyrics: I've been in love with love and the idea of something binding us together.

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Everything by Michael Bublé

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Michael Bublé - Everything [Official Music Video]

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© 2007 WMG Michael Bublé - "Everything" as heard on Call Me Irresponsible available on iTunes: http://wbr.fm/bublecallme Connect with Michael: http://www.michaelbuble.com http://www.bungalow-b.com http://www.facebook.com/michaelbuble http://www.twitter.com/michaelbuble http://www.itunes.com/michaelbuble LYRICS: You're a falling star, you're the get away car. You're the line in the sand when I go too far. You're the swimming pool, on an August day.

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Ajiri Obaebor/Lionel Richie-I Call It Love

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Ajiri Obaebor/Lionel Richie-I Call It Love

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Music video by Lionel Richie performing I Call It Love. (C) 2006 The Island Def Jam Music Group

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I Love You

BY ELLA WHEELER WILCOX

I love your lips when they’re wet with wine

And red with a wild desire;

I love your eyes when the lovelight lies

Lit with a passionate fire.

I love your arms when the warm white flesh

Touches mine in a fond embrace;

I love your hair when the strands enmesh

Your kisses against my face.

Not for me the cold, calm kiss

Of a virgin’s bloodless love;

Not for me the saint’s white bliss,

Nor the heart of a spotless dove.

But give me the love that so freely gives

And laughs at the whole world’s blame,

With your body so young and warm in my arms,

It sets my poor heart aflame.

So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth,

Still fragrant with ruby wine,

And say with a fervor born of the South

That your body and soul are mine.

Clasp me close in your warm young arms,

While the pale stars shine above,

And we’ll live our whole young lives away

In the joys of a living love.

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Music video by Lil' Mo performing 4Ever. Off the album Meet The Girl Next Door. © 2003 Atlantic

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To You

BY KENNETH KOCH

I love you as a sheriff searches for a walnut

That will solve a murder case unsolved for years

Because the murderer left it in the snow beside a window

Through which he saw her head, connecting with

Her shoulders by a neck, and laid a red

Roof in her heart. For this we live a thousand years;

For this we love, and we live because we love, we are not

Inside a bottle, thank goodness! I love you as a

Kid searches for a goat; I am crazier than shirttails

In the wind, when you’re near, a wind that blows from

The big blue sea, so shiny so deep and so unlike us;

I think I am bicycling across an Africa of green and white fields

Always, to be near you, even in my heart

When I’m awake, which swims, and also I believe that you

Are trustworthy as the sidewalk which leads me to

The place where I again think of you, a new

Harmony of thoughts! I love you as the sunlight leads the prow

Of a ship which sails

From Hartford to Miami, and I love you

Best at dawn, when even before I am awake the sun

Receives me in the questions which you always pose.

Kenneth Koch, “To You” from The Collected Poems of Kenneth Koch, published by Alfred A. Knopf, Inc. Copyright © 2006 by Kenneth Koch. Reprinted by permission of the Kenneth Koch Literary Estate.

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How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

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Tristan

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Alison Gold - Chinese Food (Official Music Video)

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Watch Pato's New Pregnant Video Now https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M715yWAi7pg Video Written and Produced by: Patrice Wilson Co-Produced and Mixed by: Heath Ripplinger Beat Written and Produced by: Edouard Gaudichon and Boris Larvor Video Directed by: Ian Hotchkiss, Chris Lowe and Patrice Wilson Click here to Watch The Prequel: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HEmAHAs_rz8 Music Composed by: Patrice Wilson, Edouard Gaudichon and Boris Larvor

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The Nails

BY W.S. Merwin

I gave you sorrow to hang on your wall

Like a calendar in one color.

I wear a torn place on my sleeve.

It isn't as simple as that.

Between no place of mine and no place of yours

You'd have thought I'd know the way by now

Just from thinking it over.

Oh I know

I've no excuse to be stuck here turning

Like a mirror on a string,

Except it's hardly credible how

It all keeps changing.

Loss has a wider choice of directions

Than the other thing.

As if I had a system

I shuffle among the lies

Turning them over, if only

I could be sure what I'd lost.

I uncover my footprints, I

Poke them till the eyes open.

They don't recall what it looked like.

When was I using it last?

Was it like a ring or a light

Or the autumn pond

Which chokes and glitters but

Grows colder?

It could be all in the mind.  Anyway

Nothing seems to bring it back to me.

And I've been to see

Your hands as trees borne away on a flood,

The same film over and over,

And an old one at that, shattering its account

To the last of the digits, and nothing

And the blank end.

The lightning has shown me the scars of the future.

I've had a long look at someone

Alone like a key in a lock

Without what it takes to turn.

It isn't as simple as that.

Winter will think back to your lit harvest

For which there is no help, and the seed

Of eloquence will open its wings

When you are gone.

But at this moment

When the nails are kissing the fingers good-bye

And my only

Chance is bleeding from me,

When my one chance is bleeding,

For speaking either truth or comfort

I have no more tongue than a wound.

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Flight of the Conchords - The Most Beautiful Girl (In The Room)

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Taken from the first episode of HBO's show, Flight of the Conchords.

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Aaron Allen/B2K for the fly ladies out there

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Aaron Allen/B2K for the fly ladies out there

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Music video by B2K performing Why I Love You. (C) 2002 SONY BMG MUSIC ENTERTAINMENT

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FOOD OF LOVEBy Carolyn KizerI’m going to murder you with love;I’m going to suffocate you with embraces;I’m going to hug you, bone by bone,Till you’re dead all over.Then I will dine on your delectable marrow. You will become my personal Sahara;I’ll sun myself in you, then with one swallowDrain your remaining brackish well.With my female blade I’ll carve my nameIn your most aspiring palmBefore I chop it down.Then I’ll inhale your last oasis whole. But in the total desert you becomeYou’ll see me stretch, horizon to horizon,Opulent mirage!Wisteria balconies dripping cyclamen.Vistas ablaze with crystal, laced in gold. So you will summon each dry grain of sandAnd move toward me in undulating dunesTill you arrive at sudden ultramarine:A Mediterranean to stroke your dusty shores;Obstinate verdure, creeping inland, fast renudesYour barrens; succulents spring up everywhere,Surprising life! And I will be that green. When you are fed and watered, flourishingWith shoots entwining trellis, dome, and spire,Till you are resurrected field in bloom,I will devour you, my natural food,My host, my final supper on the earth,And you’ll begin to die again.﻿

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FOOD OF LOVEBy Carolyn KizerI’m going to murder you with love;I’m going to suffocate you with embraces;I’m going to hug you, bone by bone,Till you’re dead all over.Then I will dine on your delectable marrow. You will become my personal Sahara;I’ll sun myself in you, then with one swallowDrain your remaining brackish well.With my female blade I’ll carve my nameIn your most aspiring palmBefore I chop it down.Then I’ll inhale your last oasis whole. But in the total desert you becomeYou’ll see me stretch, horizon to horizon,Opulent mirage!Wisteria balconies dripping cyclamen.Vistas ablaze with crystal, laced in gold. So you will summon each dry grain of sandAnd move toward me in undulating dunesTill you arrive at sudden ultramarine:A Mediterranean to stroke your dusty shores;Obstinate verdure, creeping inland, fast renudesYour barrens; succulents spring up everywhere,Surprising life! And I will be that green. When you are fed and watered, flourishingWith shoots entwining trellis, dome, and spire,Till you are resurrected field in bloom,I will devour you, my natural food,My host, my final supper on the earth,And you’ll begin to die again.﻿

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I love pie

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Ms. Wagenschutz

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Ms. Wagenschutz

Hate Poem

by Julie Sheehan

I hate you truly. Truly I do.
Everything about me hates everything about you.
The flick of my wrist hates you.
The way I hold my pencil hates you.
The sound made by my tiniest bones were they trapped
in the jaws of a moray eel hates you.
Each corpuscle singing in its capillary hates you.

Look out! Fore! I hate you.

The blue-green jewel of sock lint I’m digging
from under by third toenail, left foot, hates you.
The history of this keychain hates you.
My sigh in the background as you explain relational databases hates you.
The goldfish of my genius hates you.
My aorta hates you. Also my ancestors.

A closed window is both a closed window and an obvious symbol of how I hate you.

My voice curt as a hairshirt: hate.
My hesitation when you invite me for a drive: hate.
My pleasant “good morning”: hate.
You know how when I’m sleepy I nuzzle my head under your arm? Hate. The whites of my target-eyes articulate hate. My wit practices it.
My breasts relaxing in their holster from morning to night hate you.
Layers of hate, a parfait.

Hours after our latest row, brandishing the sharp glee of hate,

I dissect you cell by cell, so that I might hate each one individually and at leisure.
My lungs, duplicitous twins, expand with the utter validity of my hate, which can never have enough of you, Breathlessly, like two idealists in a broken submarine.

from PLEIADES, vol. 24:2
Central Missouri State Press

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Ms. Wagenschutz

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Ms. Wagenschutz

SONNET 130
by William ShakespeareMy mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.