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My ears heard the music and my soul understood. Singing parts of this wonderful song in the Aboriginal language had me in tears. The translation happened in my heart, not in my brain.
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That’s an easy one. My Dream Chocolate Bar is as light as a Milky Way that swims in milk. Of course, you only know that if you are my age because we can’t remember what we ate or wore yesterday, but we remember old lyrics and old commercials (not so sure if this is helpful).
The Golden Voice from Czechoslovakia. A beautiful country, once a part of Austria and Hungary and since 1992 separated into the Czech Republic and Slovakia.
Truth be told I was dragged to the first meeting, it is so not my thing, but then I enjoyed the company and I had such a good time, that I now join the gatherings frequently.
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For a long time I wanted to see you again,
my old childhood friend.
There were some things I wanted to tell you
and I knew you would understand.
I am always surrounded by women. Most of them are my customers, my students, my friends and neighbors. The last months I have met more women than ever before. I had dipped my toes into charity work, and it turns out to be as infectious as they had warned me about.
THE DAY DEMOCRACY DIED
A long long time ago
A Tuesday in November
When that sinking feeling laid us low
And we knew if he had his way
That we’d all live to curse the day
When decency received a fatal blow
Someday at Christmas, men won’t be boys
Playin’ with bombs like kids play with toys
One warm December, our hearts will see
A world where men are free
Playin’ with bombs like kids play with toys
One warm December, our hearts will see
A world where men are free