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The Bush

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Give us from dawn to dark
Blue of Australian skies,
Let there be none to mark
Whither our pathway lies.



Give us when noontide comes
Rest in the woodland free --
Fragrant breath of the gums,
Cold, sweet scent of the sea.


Give us the wattle's gold
And the dew-laden air,
And the loveliness bold
Loneliest landscape wear.


These are the haunts we love,
Glad with enchanted hours,
Bright as the heavens above,
Fresh as the wild bush flowers.




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Cocoon
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A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could, and it could go no further. So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon.

The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.

Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.

What the man, in his kindness and haste, did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were nature's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.

Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our lives. If we went through our lives without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been.

When you are under pressure and stress, remember that you will be a better person after you have gone through it.




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Why Worry
           ¤ Author Unknown

There are only two things to worry about.
Either you are sick or you are well.
If you are well there is nothing to worry about.
If you are sick, there are two things to worry about.
Whether you get well or whether you will die.
If you die there are two things to worry about.
If you go to heaven, you have nothing to worry about.
If you go to hell, you will be shaking hands with old friends, You will not have time to worry.





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Innocent Eyes

           ¤ Delta Goodrem



Do you remember when you were 7?
And the only thing that you wanted to do
Was show your mum that you could play the piano
Ten years have passed
And the one thing that will last
Is that same old song that we played along and made my mama cry


I miss those days and I miss those ways
When I got lost in fantasies
In a cartoon land of mysteries
In a place you won't grow old in a place you won't feel cold and I'll sing
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(Dadedadedade dadedadedade)
Seems I'm lost in my reflection
(Dadedadedade dadedadedade)
Find a star for my direction
(Dadedadedade dadedadedade)
For the little girl inside who won't just hide
Don't let me see mistakes and lies
Let me keep my faith and innocent eyes
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Do you remember when you were 15?
And the kids at school called you a fool 'cos you took the chance to dream
In the time that's past and the one thing that will last
Is that same old song that we played along and made my daddy cry
¡@¡@¡@
I miss those days and I miss those ways
When I got lost in fantasies
In a cartoon land of mysteries
In a place you won't grow old in a place you won't feel cold
¡@¡@¡@
(Dadedadedade dadedadedade)
Seems I'm lost in my reflection
(Dadedadedade dadedadedade)
Find a star for my direction
(Dadedadedade dadedadedade)
For the little girl inside who won't just hide
Don't let me see mistakes and lies
Let me keep my faith and innocent eyes
¡@¡@¡@
Let me feel things under the skin
Under the thoughts from within
Learning the subtext
Of the mind
See creation how we're defined
¡@¡@¡@
My innocent eyes
¡@¡@¡@
I miss those days and I miss those ways
When I got lost in fantasies
In a cartoon land of mysteries
In a place you won't grow old in a place you won't feel cold
¡@¡@¡@
(Dadedadedade dadedadedade)
Seems I'm lost in my reflection
(Dadedadedade dadedadedade)
Find a star for my direction
(Dadedadedade dadedadedade)
For the little girl inside who won't just hide
Don't let me see mistakes and lies
Let me keep my faith and innocent eyes
(Dadedadedade dadedadedade)
Faith and innocent eyes
(Dadedadedade dadedadedade)
Faith and innocent eyes
(Dadedadedade dadedadedade)
For the little girl inside who won't just hide
Don't let me see mistakes and lies
Let me keep my faith and innocent eyes




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