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THE VOICE OF THE RAIN ~Walt Whitman | Leaves of Grass 



AND who art thou? said I to the soft-falling shower, 

Which, strange to tell, gave me an answer, as here translated:
I am the Poem of Earth, said the voice of the rain,
Eternal I rise impalpable out of the land and the bottomless sea, 

Upward to heaven, whence, vaguely form'd, altogether changed,
  and yet the same, 

I descend to lave the drouths, atomies, dust-layers of the globe, 

And all that in them without me were seeds only, latent, unborn; 

And forever, by day and night, I give back life to my own origin,
  and make pure and beautify it
(For song, issuing from its birth-place, after fulfilment, wandering, 

Reck'd or unreck'd, duly with love returns.)

MEMENTO MORI 


"The human animal is a beast that must die.
If he's got money, he buys and buys and buys
everything he can, in the crazy hope that
one of those things will be life-everlasting,
which it can never be."
—Big Daddy Pollitt

"It's too bad she won't live!
But then again, who does?"
—Gaff

"You don't need anybody
Nobody needs you
Don't cry, old man, don't cry
Everybody dies."
—Randy Newman

LOVE 


"We love Nastassja Kinski. She's a gifted actress
and the most beautiful woman in film today."
—Francis Ford Coppola

"I love Billie Holiday. Her music is so soulful and sad.
It's the most beautiful thing I know."
—Nastassja Kinski

"Love? Don't threaten me with love, baby.
Let's just go walking in the rain."
—Billie Holiday

TIME by Gilmore, Mason, Waters and Wright 



Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

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