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Run your fingers through my soul. For once, just once, feel exactly what I feel, believe what I believe, perceive read more
Run your fingers through my soul. For once, just once, feel exactly what I feel, believe what I believe, perceive as I perceive, look, experience, examine, and for once; just once, understand.
For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled.
For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled.
We must no more ask whether the soul and body are one than ask whether the wax and the figure read more
We must no more ask whether the soul and body are one than ask whether the wax and the figure impressed on it are one.
And see all sights from pole to pole
And glance, and nod, and bustle by,
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And see all sights from pole to pole
And glance, and nod, and bustle by,
And never once possess our soul
Before we die.
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave,
His soul goes marching on.
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave,
His soul goes marching on.
The soul, which is spirit, can not dwell in dust; it is carried
along to dwell in the blood.
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The soul, which is spirit, can not dwell in dust; it is carried
along to dwell in the blood.
[Lat., Anima certe, quia spiritus, in sicco habitare non potest;
ideo in sanguine fertur habitare.]
Do not let Sunday be taken from you If your soul has no Sunday, it becomes an orphan.
Do not let Sunday be taken from you If your soul has no Sunday, it becomes an orphan.
If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose.
If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose.
Today the journey is ended,
I have worked out the mandates of fate;
Naked, along, undefended,
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Today the journey is ended,
I have worked out the mandates of fate;
Naked, along, undefended,
I knock at the Uttermost Gate.
Behind is life and its longing,
Its trial, its trouble, its sorrow,
Beyond is the Infinite Morning
Of a day without a tomorrow.
