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We must never lose the power of laughter.
  Long after the deed...
        ...the laughter still echoes!

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Real Money

See him
plunk it doon
Richt there
on the coonter
A fiver!
Ye'll never
see mony o thame
That's real money
That is ...
... and he's buyin.

He's buyin his fame
and he's buyin his pleasure
A freend at each elbow
Drawn in by his treasure
They're laughin oot loud
and they're laughin at him
Cause they're only a freend
while the money comes in
They'll be gone with the dawn
when the silver wears thin
and they'll never remember his name.

So maybe
I'm wise
And maybe
I'm clever
That somehow I see
that money can never
Buy mair than a minute
Gi'e less than forever
The pale freends
that never stand with you.

I'm faithful
And true
Offer trust
And forgiving
But you never call
Or count me with the living
I can't win your heart
Be part of your story
A shadow unlit
Dull night to your glory

And so
I must know
That fine words
will not find you
No word in my mouth
will attract
or implore you
I cannot buy worth
Never hope for forever


The Gentle Hand

Stop screaming,damn you!
So some of us can sleep.
I know the pain that drives your scream,
the hell that lives within your dream,
and if I could,I'd take away
the agony that one must pay,
for fragile bones and weaker flesh.
No man can stand before the storm
and come away with life untorn.
I hold my hand and still the sound.
They'd do the same,next time around.
If it were me.
Till breath has stopped,and pain is gone.
No more the scream goes on and on.
No one will know.
There's only me.

And yet,despite the gentle hand,
the peaceful night will fill my ears,
and with a rosary of tears,
count out the hours of darkness.
Night after night.
Forever.


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The Honest Soldier

Brave knight, come near
And I will give you gold
A ring around your finger
Of cost untold,
And craftsmanship beyond your knowing
Just pledge to me
In battle, bold
That you will crush my enemies
And lay them low
No mercy spared
Or die in battle glorious
Victorious in my cause.

An honest soldier thanks you, my queen
But I am merely mortal
And if in battle, I should fall
The enemy triumphant
A ring of gold
Would further not your cause
Instead serve only as a prize
For those who rob the dead
If I should chose to flee
Not lie awaiting plunder
Would you still give me your gold?

Away! You coward
Thinking only of yourself
I will move on
and seek a braver man!
Begone!

Bold knight, come near
and I will give you silver
A ring around your finger
For service paid,
And service yet to come
Just pledge to me
In future times
That you will come when I shall call
A sturdy staff
A mirror held
Reflecting me
In my vanity

An honest soldier thanks you, my lady
But I am merely mortal
And after battle, chose to stand
The enemy triumphant
A ring of silver
Would further not your cause
Instead would pay for ale and cheer
Remember those no longer here
If I should chose to flee
Not lie awaiting plunder
Would you still give me your silver?

Away! You wastrel
Thinking only of yourself
I will move on
and find a better man!
Begone!

Gentle knight, come near
And I will give you flowers
No ring around your finger
No gold or silver,
Only memories
Just pledge to me
When battle done
That you will remember me
And come the day, come home
To tell a tale
Not die in battle glorious
Forgotten in my cause.

An honest soldier thanks you, my love
But I am merely mortal
And if in battle, fall
The enemy triumphant
A wreath of flowers
Would adorn my grave
No prizes there
For those who rob the dead
If I should chose to return
Unburdened with the weight of plunder
Would you still give me your flowers?

Come here, my love
That I might kiss your hand
And wish you safe
When others wish you harm!
Go safely!

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