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ALEXIS KYLEE - Tears in Heaven...

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It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a young maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ALEXIS KYLEE; And this young maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love. I and my Alexis Kylee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven; Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Alexis Kylee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me. Yes! - that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Alexis Klyee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Young Woman Sees Homeless Man Every Day. She Kisses Him. He Hands Her A Piece Of Paper That Unveils His True Identity

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    "Star light, star bright,     The first star I see tonight;     I wish I may, I wish I might,     Have the wish I wish tonight." Woman Sees Homeless Man Every Day. She kisses him. He Hands Her A Piece Of Paper That Unveils His True Identity. For 35 years, an old homeless man spent his days writing beautiful poems and short stories, unseen by the world around him. Despite the fact that life on the streets was tough – Raimundo’s clothing consisted of black bags and he “lived” by a busy road – he held one true passion. “The Conditioned” is a critically acclaimed documentary that follows the remarkable journey of the sixty-something Brazilian - Cape Verdean poet, proseletizer and philosopher. Day after day, João Antonio de Pina-Silva sat outside in his makeshift shelter, writing, writing, writing. João, sat in the same place every day; passers-by had no idea why he was so obsessed with his wrinkled pieces of paper. He dreamt of the day his words would be published