The Phantom of the Opera (Multi-language)
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Sundarajiva
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Fate decides who walks into your life,
you decide who you let stay, who you let walk away,and who you refuse to let walk out.
To make lasting friends
ya gotta' be a lasting friend.
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Flowers in the sky.
Flowers on Earth.
Lotuses bloom as Buddha's eyelids.
Lotuses bloom in man's heart.
Holding gracefully a lotus in his hand,
the bodhisattva brings forth a universe of art.
In the meadows of the sky, stars have sprung up.
The smiling, fresh moon is already up.
The jade-colored trunk of a coconut tree
reaches across the late-night sky.
My mind, traveling in utmost emptiness,
catches suchness on its way home.
Thich Nhat Hanh
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- When they sang together,
when my morning stars sang
as the night was ending
and light came up from all sides;
when the night was ending,
the darkness expelled,
and my sun rose in the East;
when my thoughts shook off slumber
and my limbs woke from their sleep of night --
then I sought to greet the dawn with music
and to worship the morning with song.
In my hands I held the lyre and the pipe,
and my left hand moved skillfully over the strings.
I tied the timbrel and the flute to my side
and adjusted their loops,
now tightening, now loosening them.
Then I began to sing and improvise,
to see if my instruments would answer my words,
to see if they would comfort me in my wandering,
in this land of exile which is my home.
But though I sang, my flute did not answer,
and even the birds did not raise their voices in mirth.
O masters of mysteries,
have you ever known a musical instrument
that would not strike up when I sing --
and the birds voiceless among the branches,
the swallows songless in my house?
Yet I wish them well,
for with their silence
they counsel me to hide my works,
to hide my words from men,
to conceal my secrets from all men
with even greater care.
Meshullam da Piera
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Rabindranath Tagore
~~Listen, can you hear it?
His bamboo flute speaks
the pure language of love.
The moon enlightens the trees,
the path, the sinuous Yamuna.
Oblivious to the jasmine's scent
I stagger around,
O Syama, whenever your faraway flute thrills
through the dark, I say your name,
only your name, and will my body to dissolve
in the luminous Yamuna~~.
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Her eyes say it all
Hold onto what is good
even if it's a handful of earth
Hold on to what you believe
even if it's a tree that stands by it's self
Hold on to what you must do
even if it's a long way from here
Hold on to your life
even if it's easier to let go
Hold onto my hand
even if I've gone away from you.
