Blood Brothers Whod dare tell the lambs in
Blood Brothers Who’d dare tell the lambs in Spring what fate the later seasons bring? Everybody has secrets, don’t you have secrets? Go home before the bogey man gets y’ You know the Devil’s got your number Just another sign of the times An’ did you never hear of the mother so cruel, There’s a stone in place of her hear? His mind’s gone dancing I will always defend my Brother! I curse you witch Why didn’t you give me away! I could have been…I could have been him! You can take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut Tell me it’s not true. Say its just a story. No more Dancing I need the Milk. I am Pregnant A debt is a debt and must be paid But you know that if you cross your fingers Living on the never, Constant as the changing weather Pissed off! You say smashing things That’s why I take them. So I can be invisible.
Macbeth All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh, Oh! take my milk for gall Out, out, brief candle! When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain? What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire unsex me here When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won. It is too full o' the milk of human kindness Wake Duncan with thy knocking! Out, damned spot! Out, I say!— 'Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep' Turn, hell-hound, turn False face must hide what the false heart doth know Thou canst not say I did it: never shake Thy gory locks at me. Fair is foul, and foul is fair: By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death The thane of Fife had a wife Is this a dagger which I see before me But screw your courage to the sticking-place Our fears in Banquo Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under't
A Christmas Carol I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year Quiet. Very quiet. The noisy little Cratchits were as still as statues in one corner Darkness is cheap, and Scrooge liked it hear me. I am not the man I was shrouded in a deep black garment like a bad lobster in a dark cellar "What Idol has displaced you? " he rejoined. "A golden one. " spirit raised a frightful cry, and shook its chain with such a dismal and appalling noise The Phantom slowly, gravely, silently approached Spirit, " said Scrooge, with an interest he had never felt before, "tell me if Tiny Tim will live a jolly Giant, glorious to see: , who bore a glowing torch solitary as an oyster A solitary child, neglected by his friends merry as a schoolboy God bless us every one!" said Tiny Tim, the last of all It was a strange figure -- like a child: yet not so like a child as like an old man I am as light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel plundered and bereft, unwatched, unwept, uncared for, was the body of this man They were a boy and a girl. Yellow, meagre, ragged, scowling, wolfish I wear the chain I forged in life Hard and sharp as flint Humbug! decrease the surplus population Mankind was my business cash-boxes, keys, padlocks, ledgers, deeds, and heavy purses wrought in steel
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