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"If You Go Away" is a song in English based upon the French song "Ne Me Quitte Pas" (1959), written by Jacques Brel. The English lyrics were written by Rod McKuen as part of a larger project to translate Brel's work. "If You Go Away" is considered a pop standard and has been recorded by many artists, including Greta Keller, for whom some say McKuen wrote the lyrics [1]. Frank Sinatra, Tom Jones, Shirley Bassey, Marc Almond, Emilíana Torrini, Neil Diamond, Scott Walker, Farhad Mehrad, Dusty Springfield, Violetta Villas and Cyndi Lauper have also recorded versions of it, with several of the numerous versions becoming hits and achieving success on the charts. If you go away - Lyric by Rod McKuen If you go away, on this summers day Then you might as well take the sun away All the birds that flew in the summer sky When our love was new and our hearts were high When the day was young and the night was long And the moon stood still for the night bir

Autumn Leaves was originally a 1945 French song "Les Feuilles Mortes" (literally "Dead Leaves") with music by Joseph Kosma and lyrics by poet Jacques Prévert, English lyrics were written in 1947 by the American songwriter Johnny Mercer. With Mercer's exquisite lyrics the song became even more beautiful, it not only conveyed it's message of sadness and longing, but painted a story with the colors of Autumn. Autumn Leaves - Nat King Cole Autumn Leaves - Guitar

Go, sit upon the lofty hill, And turn your eyes around, Where waving woods and waters wild Do hymn an autumn sound. The summer sun is faint on them -- The summer flowers depart -- Sit still -- as all transform'd to stone, Except your musing heart. How there you sat in summer-time, May yet be in your mind; And how you heard the green woods sing Beneath the freshening wind. Though the same wind now blows around, You would its blast recall; For every breath that stirs the trees, Doth cause a leaf to fall. Oh! like that wind, is all the mirth That flesh and dust impart: We cannot bear its visitings, When change is on the heart. Gay words and jests may make us smile, When Sorrow is asleep; But other things must make us smile, When Sorrow bids us weep! The dearest hands that clasp our hands, -- Their presence may be o'er; The dearest voice that meets our ear, That tone may come no more! Youth fades; and then, the joys of youth, Which once refresh'

Here is an article I wanted to share from http://www.crystalinks.com Nothing says it quite like a hug! It is a universal symbol. Healing is sometimes about simply having someone hold you in their arms and feeling their love - caring - and compassion.... knowing there is someone there who shares your journey and will be there for you. To many souls - reality is a lonely, painful experience - with nowhere to turn. A hug is a way to share both good and bad times with others. A hug can create a connection that one cannot express in words. A hug is not affected by age, race, or anything that separates human experience. A hug can say, "I love you. You are special to me. I see your soul and you are beautiful to me." Even a small hug generally makes everyone feel good. A hug can make one feel safe and secure. It can lift our spirits and make us smile. Some people are not comfortable with the physical embrace - yet a quick hug can go a long way. A hug is meant for

Tell me all about this name, that is difficult to say. It was given me the day I was born. Want to know about the stories of the empire of old. My eyes say more of me than what you dare to say. All I know of you is all the sights of war. A film by Coppola, the helicopter's roar. One day I'll touch your soil. One day I'll finally know my soul. One day I'll come to you. To say hello... Vietnam. Tell me all about my colour, my hair and my little feet That have carried me every mile of the way. Want to see your house, your streets. Show me all I do not know. Wooden sampans, floating markets, light of gold. All I know of you is the sights of war. A film by Coppola, the helicopter's roar. One day I'll touch your soil. One day I'll finally know my soul. One day I'll come to you. To say hello... Vietnam. And Buddha’s made of stone watch over me My dreams they lead me through the fields of rice In prayer, in the light…I see my kin I touch my tree, my roots,my beg