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 Nov 2012 Shane Blue
Robert Burns
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, I’ll sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Mary’s asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

Thou stock-dove, whose echo resounds thro’ the glen,
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,
Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear,
I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair.

How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills,
Far mark’d with the courses of clear winding rills;
There daily I wander as noon rises high,
My flocks and my Mary’s sweet cot in my eye.

How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below,
Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow;
There oft, as mild Ev’ning sweeps over the lea,
The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.

Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides,
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,
As gathering sweet flowrets she stems thy clear wave.

  Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays;
My Mary’s asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
There once was a man,
An ever exciting man,
Who danced and danced,
In the rain.

There once was a man,
An ever loving man,
Who kissed his wife and children,
Every day.

There once was a man,
An ever selfless man,
Who fought for his country,
And got nothing in return.

There once was a man,
An ever loved man,
Who, one day, got shot,
In the back.

There now is a man,
An ever sorry man,
Who cries and cries,
Every day.

There now is a man,
An ever still man,
Who will never ever be able to dance again,
In the rain.
Honestly,
It's your eyes.
They tell me everything that you can't.

They tell me,
I want you.
They say,
I love you.

But..
They also say,
I've been hurt.
They mention,
I am so very vulnerable..
And,
Please..
Please don't break my heart..

And that is why,
I love you.

— The End —