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Quote of the Week

  • Helen Hunt Jackson: Sonnets and Lyrics

    Helen Hunt Jackson: Sonnets and Lyrics
    O Heart, when Love's sun goes
    To northward, and the sounds of singing cease,
    Keep warm by inner fires, and rest in peace.
    Sleep on content, as sleeps the patient rose.
    Walk boldly on the white untrodden snows,
    The winter is the winter's own release.

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Lyric of the Week

  • Ray LaMontagne - Song: "Empty"

    Song: "Empty"
    Ray LaMontagne: Till the Sun Turns Black

    Of these cutthroat busted sunsets
    These cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary.
    If through my cracked and dusty dimestore lips
    I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me.

    Lay your blouse across the chair,
    Let fall the flowers from your hair
    And kiss me with that country mouth so plain.
    Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves.
    To me it sounds like they're applauding us
    The quiet love we make.

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