Life is not measured by the number
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,
but by the moments that take our breath away.
George Carlin
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Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,
but by the moments that take our breath away.
George Carlin
The secret of success in life is for a man to be ready for his opportunity when it comes.
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If you decided to spend the rest of your life together you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.
aus Harry und Sally
Pipe all hands to man the windlass,
See our cable running clear.
As we heave away the anchor,
For old England we will steer.
Chorus:
Rolling home, rolling home,
Rolling home across the sea.
Rolling home to dear old England,
Rolling home, fair land, to thee.
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Have a break,
have a kitkat.
In Callao there lives a gal
Whose name is Serafina
Serafina! Serafina!
She sleeps all day and ‘works’ all night
On the old Cally Marina
Serafina! Oh, Serafina!
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He, she, it - ein “s” muss mit.
(He, she, it - No “s” is shit.)
May you live all the days of your life.
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1. We wish you a merry Christmas
And a happy New Year.
Refrain:
Glad tidings we bring,
To you and your kin;
Glad tidings for Christmas
And a happy New Year!
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Snow falls over the trees
Still and calm is the sea
There is a hush o’er the land
Christmas is almost at hand
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Pumpkin time is here again,
Time to play trick or Treat.
Pumpkin time is here again,
Our Spooky friends we’ll meet.
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Jack-o-Lantern
Jack-o-lantern, Jack-o-lantern,
You are such a funny sight.
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HALLOWEEN
Tonight is the night
When dead leaves fly
Like witches on switches
Across the sky,
When elf and sprite
Flit through the night
On a moony sheen.
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FIVE LITTLE PUMPKINS SITTING ON A GATE
Five little pumpkins sitting on a gate,
The first one said,
“Oh my, it’s getting late.”
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Good morrow, masters, put your torches out;
The wolves have prey’d, and look, the gentle day,
Before the wheels of Phoebus, round about
Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey.
Much ado about nothing, V, 3