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| 12:25pm 28/11/2008 | ||||
I feel alive and the world turning inside out yeah! And floating around in ecstasy So dont stop me now dont stop me cause Im having a good time having a good time Im a shooting star leaping through the sky Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity Im a racing car passing by like lady godiva Im gonna go go go Theres no stopping me Im burning through the sky yeah! Two hundred degrees Thats why they call me mister fahrenheit Im travling at the speed of light I wanna make a supersonic man out of you Dont stop me now Im having such a good time Im having a ball dont stop me now If you wanna have a good time just give me a call Dont stop me now (cause Im havin a good time) Dont stop me now (yes Im havin a good time) I dont want to stop at all Im a rocket ship on my way to mars On a collision course I am a satellite Im out of control I am a sex machine ready to reload Like an atom bomb about to Oh oh oh oh oh explode Im burning through the sky yeah! Two hundred degrees Thats why they call me mister fahrenheit Im travling at the speed of light I wanna make a supersonic woman of you Dont stop me dont stop me Dont stop me hey hey hey! Dont stop me dont stop me ooh ooh ooh (I like it) Dont stop me dont stop me Have a good time good time Dont stop me dont stop me ah Im burning through the sky yeah! Two hundred degrees Thats why they call me mister fahrenheit Im travling at the speed of light I wanna make a supersonic man out of you Dont stop me now Im having such a good time Im having a ball dont stop me now If you wanna have a good time just give me a call Dont stop me now (cause Im havin a good time) Dont stop me now (yes Im havin a good time) |
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| I think all the heretics I have known have been virtuous men | |||
| 12:37pm 28/11/2008 | |||
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I think all the heretics I have known have been virtuous men. They have the virtue of fortitude or they would not venture to own their heresy; and they cannot afford to be deficient in any of the other virtues, as that would give advantage to their many enemies; and they have not like orthodox sinners, such a number of friends to excuse or justify them. Do not, however mistake me. It is not to my good friend's heresy that I impute his honesty. On the contrary, 'tis his honesty that has brought upon him the character of heretic. Letter to Benjamin Vaughan (1788-10-24)  |
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| Whose woods these are I think I know. | |||
| 04:53pm 28/11/2008 | |||
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Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.  |
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