Love Song Azerbaijan

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Myanmar Song - Love one time only - Chan Chan

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Knowing a friend like you has made me happy

Knowing a friend like you has made me happy in a million ways and if ever I have to let you go, I would find a million reasons to make you stay!

Welcome Christmas, Goodbye Friendship

Remember me

Remember me when I am gone away,

Gone far away into the silent land;

When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad

Guernsey

Guernsey is a British Crown Dependency in the English Channel off the coast of Normandy. The population is 65,800,and a total area of 25 square miles.

 Guernsey is situated 30 miles west of France's Normandy coast and 75 miles south of Weymouth, England and lies in the Gulf of St Malo. Lihou, a tidal island, is attached to Guernsey by a causeway at low tide. The terrain is mostly level with low hills in southwest.
Victor Hugo wrote some of his best-known works while in exile in Guernsey, including Les Misérables. His home in St. Peter Port, Hauteville House, is now a museum administered by the city of Paris. In 1866, he published a novel set in the island, Travailleurs de la Mer ), which he dedicated to the island of Guernsey.

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love is always too much like the water

Like the water

of a deep stream,

love is always too much.

We did not make it.

Though we drink till we burst,

we cannot have it all,

or want it all.

In its abundance

it survives our thirst.

In the evening we come down to the shore

to drink our fill,

and sleep,

while it flows

through the regions of the dark.

It does not hold us,

except we keep returning to its rich waters

thirsty.

We enter,

willing to die,

into the commonwealth of its joy.