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"My faith! I'll rise with it. I'll hold it in my hands.
I'll move with it to heaven.
No worries, when God is there."
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A new joy appeared, such as never had been known before
Above the stable, dawn's bright light shone
Where Christ was born of the Virgin, in human flesh
He was incarnated as a man and wapped in swaddling cloth
Angels sin His glory in heaven
They proclaim peace in heaven and on earth
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Zeskvi (Georgia)
03:13
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"Blackbird, why are you so sad? Spring will come soon.
You will catch butterflies with beautiful wings, to bring joy to your heart.
Sometimes you will sing without sadness, and fall asleep in peace.
But I know that your life is not easy.
If you send me a letter written by your own hand, I will be glad.
I know that you don't love me, but I will be glad."
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Oliver Tambo, speak to Botha
to free Mandela
Oliver Tambo!
Oliver Tambo, speak to Botha
to free Mandela
Mandela, to return to us!
[sound of barking dogs]
[sound of gunfire]
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Mother, ah my mother, you set your guards upon me
But if I don't guard myself, you will guard me in vain.
Love is a blacksmith's son who crafts fine keys and key rings
with which he silently opens any door;
and ope it stays, though you would close it.
But if I don't guard myself, you will guard me in vain.
Whoever is wont to be in love will, like a moth, make for the flame
However much it may dazzle and however much they may guard
However much they try to do what you are doing to me
If I don't guard myself, you will guard me in vain.
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It must be somewhere, the original harmony,
somewhere in great nature, hidden.
Is it in the furious infinite,
in distant stars’ orbits,
is it in the sun’s scorn,
in a tiny flower, in tree gossip,
In heart music’s mother song
or in tears?
It must be somewhere, immortality,
somewhere the original harmony must be found:
how else could it infuse
the human soul,
that music?
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Kalinka was sitting in the garden under a rose, under a purple lilac
Along came Radi and he said, "Kalinka, you beautiful rose,
Why don't you elope with me?
You are still young but you are really beautiful
I'll give you nine strings of golden coins and some small pearls."
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Sidjankata (Bulgaria)
02:52
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The girls are sitting together at a sedjanka when a young man comes in. He compares young women to the sweetness of fruits and flowers, but compares his own girlfriend to a quince, beautiful on the outside but not so sweet inside.
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Oh Lord Almighty, we ask:
What have we done in this country?
We are really dying in this world
We die of this disease.
We have lost our loved ones
We have lost our youth
We are really dying in this world
We die of this disease.
Give us strength to fight, Lord Almighty
Give us strength to fight HIV/AIDS
We are really dying in this world
We die of this disease
We are losing our young ones
Give us strength
It is hard
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There were birds outside
Crying up in the mountains
The herd boys with their cattle
They searched to shoot the birds
Where are they singing? Up in the mountains!
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