If I could see you in a year,
I ¡¯d wind the months in balls,
And put them each in separate drawers,
Until their time befalls.
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If certain, when this life was out,
That yours and mine should be,
I ¡¯d toss it yonder like a rind,
And taste eternity.
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±×¸®°í ¿µ¿øÀ» ¸Àº¸°Ú¾î¿ä.
But now, all ignorant of the length
Of time¡¯s uncertain wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.
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Telephone Line (Live at Wembley Stadium)
Jeff Lynne's ELO(Electric Light Orchestra)
Hello!
How are you?
Have you been alright
through all those lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely nights?
That's what I'd say
I'd tell you everything
If you'd pick up that telephone..
Hey!
How you feelin'?
Are you still the same?
Don't you realize the things we did, we did
were all for real, not a dream?
I just can't believe
They've all faded out of view..
Doo-wop, do-be-do-do-wop
Doo-wa-doo-day
Blue days, black nights
Doo-wa-doo-day
I look into the sky
(The love you need ain't gonna see you through)
And I wonder why
(The little things you planned ain't comin' true)
Oh, oh, telephone line, give me some time
I'm living in twilight
Oh, oh, telephone line, give me some time
I'm living in twilight
Ok,
So no one's answering
Well, can't you just let it ring a little longer, longer, longer?
Oh
I'll just sit tight
through shadows of the night
Let it ring forevermore..
Doo-wop, do-be-do-do-wop
Doo-wa-doo-day
Blue days, black nights
Doo-wa-doo-day
I look into the sky
(The love you need ain't gonna see you through)
And I wonder why
(The little things you planned ain't comin' true)
Oh, oh, telephone line, give me some time
I'm living in twilight
Oh, oh, telephone line, give me some time
I'm living in twilight
Oh, oh, telephone line, give me some time
I'm living in twilight
Oh, oh, telephone line, give me some time
I'm living in twilight
Song To The Moon
Antonín Dvořák (from Rusalka)
Katherine Jenkins / The Czech Film Orchestra
Silvery moon in the velvet sky
Your light shines far in the heavens
Over the world, wandering
Gazing in human dwellings
Over the world, wandering
Gazing in human dwellings
Oh, once in a while, stay with me
Tell me, oh, where is my lover?
Oh, once in a while, stay with me
Tell me, oh, where is my love.. where?
Tell him, oh, tell him, silver moon
That in my arms, I enfold him
Tell him he dreams to tangle me
Even if only for a moment
Tell him in dreams to think of me
Even if just for a moment
Shine on in reverie, shine on him
Tell him, oh, tell him I am here, waiting
Shine on in reverie, shine on him
Tell him, oh, tell him I am here, waiting
If a human soul should dream of me
May he still remember me on waking
Dear moon, oh, shine for him
Shine for him
Shine, oh, shine for him
Turn Turn Turn (To Everything There Is A Season) ¸ðµç °Íµé¿¡°Ô Á¦ öÀÌ ÀÖ³×
The Seekers
To everything turn turn turn
There is a season turn turn turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
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A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
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To everything turn turn turn
There is a season turn turn turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
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A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
And a time to cast away stones,
A time to gather stones together
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µ¹µéÀ» ÇÔ²² ¸ðÀ» ¶§
To everything turn turn turn
There is a season turn turn turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
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A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
And a time you may embrace,
A time to refrain from embracing
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To everything turn turn turn
There is a season turn turn turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
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A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late
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To everything turn turn turn
There is a season turn turn turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
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