Shaun the Sheep!

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Blood Diamond Soundtrack - Archer & Solomon Hike

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Hazy Shade Of Winter - Simon And Garfunkel



Time, time, time, see what's become of me
While I looked around
For my possibilities
I was so hard to please
But look around, leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

Hear the salvation army band
Down by the riverside, it's bound to be a better ride
Than what you've got planned
Carry your cup in your hand
And look around, leaves are brown now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

Hang on to your hopes, my friend
That's an easy thing to say, but if your hope should pass away
It's simply pretend
That you can build them again
Look around, the grass is high
The fields are ripe, it's the springtime of my life

Ahhh, seasons change with the scenery
Weaving time in a tapestry
Won't you stop and remember me
At any convenient time
Funny how my memory slips while looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme
Drinking my vodka and lime

Ilook around, leaves are brown now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

Look around, leaves are brown
There's a patch of snow on the ground...

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Dias de luta, dias de glória - Charlie Brown Jr.



Canto minha vida com orgulho!

Na minha vida tudo acontece
Mas quanto mais a gente rala, mais a gente cresce
Hoje estou feliz porque sonhei com você
E amanhã posso chorar por não poder te ver
Mas o seu sorriso vale mais que um diamante
Se você vier comigo aí nós vamos adiante
Com a cabeça erguida,e mantendo a fé em Deus
O seu dia mais feliz vai ser o mesmo que o meu

A vida me ensinou a nunca desistir
Nem ganhar, nem perder mas procurar evoluir
Podem me tirar tudo que tenho
Só não podem me tirar as coisas boas que eu já fiz pra quem eu amo
E eu sou feliz e canto e o universo é uma canção eu vou que vou!

Histórias, nossas histórias
Dias de luta, dias de glória

Oh minha gata, morada dos meus sonhos
Todo dia, se pudesse eu ia estar com você
Já te via muito antes nos meus sonhos
Eu procurei a vida inteira por alguém como você

Por isso eu canto minha vida com orgulho
Com melodia, alegria e barulho
Eu sou feliz e rodo pelo mundo
Sou correria mas também sou vagabundo

Mas hoje dou valor de verdade, pra minha saúde, pra minha liberdade
Que bom te encontrar nesta cidade
Esse brilho intenso me lembra você

Histórias, nossas histórias
Dias de luta, dias de glória

Hoje estou feliz, acordei com o pé direito
E vou fazer de novo, vou fazer muito bem feito

Sintonia,
telepatia,
comunicação pelo cortéx
Bum,Bye-Bye.

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Senhor Do Tempo - Charlie Brown Jr

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Sting - Fields Of Gold

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Edith Piaf - La Vie En Rose

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We all stand together

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Moon River

Moon River, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
wherever you're going I'm going your way.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end,
waiting 'round the bend,
my huckleberry friend,
Moon River and me.

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Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose Worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom:
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

William Shakespeare

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Paraphrase

Let me not declare any reasons why two
True-minded people should not be married. Love is not love
Which changes when it finds a change in circumstances,
Or bends from its firm stand even when a lover is unfaithful:
Oh no! it is a lighthouse
That sees storms but it never shaken;
Love is the guiding north star to every lost ship,
Whose value cannot be calculated, although its altitude can be measured.
Love is not at the mercy of Time, though physical beauty
Comes within the compass of his sickle.
Love does not alter with hours and weeks,
But, rather, it endures until the last day of life.
If I am proved wrong about these thoughts on love
Then I'm no poet, and no man has ever truly loved.

The Night Before Christmas by Clement Clarke Moore

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."

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I'm yours

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Boom boom ba - Matisse