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My heart will go on Every night in my dreams I see you, I feel you That is how I know you go on. Far across the distance And spaces between us You have come to show you go on. Near, far, wherever you are I believe that the heart does go on Once more, you opened the door And you're here in my heart, And my heart will go on and on. |
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Love can touch us one time And last for a lifetime And never let go till we're gone. Love was when I loved you, One true time I hold to In my life we'll always go on. You're here, there's nothing I fear And I know that my heart will go on. We'll stay, forever this way You are safe in my heart And my heart will go on and on |
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We are the world's people Different yet we're the same We believe, we believe In a dream Praying for peace and healing I hope we can start again We believe we believe In a dream So if you ever feel love is fading Together like the stars in the sky We can sing, We can shine When you hear our voices call You won't be lonely anymore A million voices |
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Now as the world is listening From cities and satellites We believe, we believe In a dream Your heart is like a beating drum Burning brighter than the sun A million voices When I look around at these faces I can see the stars in the sky We will sing, We will shine When you hear our voices call You won't be lonely anymore Oh-oh-ohh A million voices |
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This is a tale that takes its place In Paris fair, this year of grace Fourteen hundred eighty two A tale of lust and love so true We are the artists of the time We dream in sculpture dream in rhyme For you we bring our world alive So something will survive |
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From nowhere came the age of the cathedrals The old world began A new unknown thousand years For man just has to climb up where the stars are And live beyond life Live in glass and live in stone Stone after stone, day after day From year to year man had his way Men had built with faith and love These cathedrals rose above We troubadours and poets sing |
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That love is all and everything We promise you, all human kind Tomorrow will be fine But it is doomed the age of the cathedrals Barbarians wait At the gates of Paris fair Oh let them in, these pagans and these vandals A wise man once said In two thousand, this world ends In two thousand, this world ends |
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The bear slept in its den. At that moment a mouse came to him and decided to steal the honey. However, the honey lay under the pillow on which the bear slept. Then the mouse sang a lullaby song, gently lifted the bear's head and a pillow, and took the jar. The bear did not wake up. |
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Soapy sat on a seat in Madison Square, New York, and looked up at the sky. A dead leaf fell onto his arm. Winter was coming, and Soapy knew that he must make his plans. He moved unhappily on his seat. He wanted three months in a nice, warm prison, with food and good friends. This was how he usually spent his winters. And now it was time, because, at night on his seat in the square, three newspapers did not keep out the cold. |
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So Soapy decided to go to prison, and at once began to try his first plan. It was usually easy. He ate dinner in an expensive restaurant. Then he told them he had no money and they called a policeman. Nice and easy, with no trouble. |
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So Soapy left his seat, and walked slowly along the street. Soon he came to a bright restaurant on Broadway. Ah! This was all right. He just had to get to a table in the restaurant and sit down. That was all, because, when he sat down, people could only see his coat and his shirt, which were not very old. |
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Nobody could see his trousers. He thought about the meal – not too expensive, but good. But when Soapy went into the restaurant, the waiter saw Soapy's dirty old trousers and terrible shoes. Strong hands turned him round and helped him out into the street again. |
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So now he had to think of something different. Soapy walked away from Broadway and soon he found himself on Sixth Avenue. He stopped in front of a shop window and looked at it. It was nice and bright, and everybody in the street could see him. Slowly and carefully he picked up a stone and threw it at the window. |
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The glass broke with a loud noise. People ran round the corner and Soapy was happy, because the man in front was a policeman. Soapy did not move. He stood there with his hands in his pockets, and he smiled. I'll soon be in prison now, he thought. |
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The policeman came up to Soapy. Who did that? he asked. Perhaps I did, Soapy replied. But the policeman knew that people who break windows do not stop to talk to policemen. They run away. And just then the policeman saw another man, who was running to catch a bus. So the policeman ran after him. Soapy watched for a minute. Then he walked away. No luck again! He began to feel cross. |
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But on the opposite side of the road he saw a little restaurant. Ah, that'll be all right, he thought, and he went in. This time nobody looked at his trousers and his shoes. He enjoyed his meal, and then he looked up at the waiter, smiled and said, I haven't got any money, you know. Now, call the police. And do it quickly. I'm tired! No police for you! the waiter answered. Hey! Jo! |
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Another waiter came, and together they threw Soapy out into the cold street. Soapy lay there, very angry. With difficulty, he stood up. His nice warm prison was still far away, and Soapy was very unhappy. He felt worse because a policeman, who was standing near, laughed and walked away. Soapy moved on, but he walked for a long time before he tried again. This time it looked easy. |
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A nice young woman was standing in front of a shop window. Not very far away there was also a policeman. Soapy moved nearer to the young woman. He saw that the policeman was watching him. Then he said to the young woman, with a smile, Why don't you come with me, my dear? I can give you a good time. |
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The young woman moved away a little and looked more carefully into the shop window. Soapy looked at the policeman. Yes, he was still watching. Then he spoke to the young woman again. In a minute she would call the policeman. Soapy could almost see the prison doors. Suddenly, the young woman took hold of his arm. |
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OK, she said happily. If you buy me a drink. Let's go before that policeman sees us. And poor Soapy walked away with the young woman, who still held on to his arm. He was very unhappy. At the next corner he ran away from the woman. Suddenly he was afraid. I'm never going to get to prison, he thought. |
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Slowly, he walked on and came to a street with a lot of theatres. There were a lot of people there, rich people in their best clothes. Soapy had to do something to get to prison. He did not want to spend another night on his seat in Madison Square. What could he do? |
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Then he saw a policeman near him, so he began to sing and shout and make a lot of noise. This time they must send him to prison. But the policeman turned his back to Soapy and said to a man who was standing near, He's had too much to drink, but he's not dangerous. We'll leave him alone tonight. |
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What was the matter with the police? Soapy was really unhappy now, but he stopped making a noise. How could he get to prison? The wind was cold, and he pulled his thin coat around him. |
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But, just then, inside a shop, he saw a man with an expensive umbrella. The man put his umbrella down near the door, and took out a cigarette. Soapy went into the shop, picked up the umbrella, and, slowly, he began to walk away. The man came quickly after him. That's my umbrella, he said. |
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Oh, is it? Soapy replied. Then why don't you call a policeman? I took it, and you say it's your umbrella. Go on, then. Call a policeman! Look! There's one on the corner. The umbrella man looked unhappy. Well, you know, perhaps I've made a mistake. I took it from a restaurant this morning. If it's yours, well, I'm very sorry. |
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Of course it's my umbrella, Soapy said. The policeman looked at them — and the umbrella man walked away. The policeman went to help a beautiful young girl to cross the road. |
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Soapy was really angry now. He threw the umbrella away and said many bad things about policemen. Just because he wanted to go to prison, they did not want to send him there. He could do nothing wrong! He began to walk back to Madison Square and home — his seat. |
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But on a quiet corner, Soapy suddenly stopped. Here, in the middle of the city, was a beautiful old church. Through one purple window he could see a soft light, and sweet music was coming from inside the church. |
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The moon was high in the sky and everything was quiet. For a few seconds it was like a country church and Soapy remembered other, happier days. He thought of the days when he had a mother, and friends, and beautiful things in his life. |
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Then he thought about his life now — the empty days, the dead plans. And then a wonderful thing happened. Soapy decided to change his life and be a new man. Tomorrow, he said to himself, I'll go into town and find work. My life will be good again. I'll be somebody important. Everything will be different. |
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A long way off, across the ocean, there is a little country where the ground is lower than the level of the sea, instead of higher, as it is here. Of course the water would run in and cover the land and houses, if something were not done to keep it out. But something is done. |
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The people build great, thick walls all round the country, and the walls keep the sea out. You see how much depends on those walls,—the good crops, the houses, and even the safety of the people. Even the small children in that country know that an accident to one of the walls is a terrible thing. These walls are really great banks, as wide as roads, and they are called dikes. |
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Once there was a little boy who lived in that country, whose name was Hans. One day, he took his little brother out to play. They went a long way out of the town, and came to where there were no houses, but ever so many flowers and green fields. |
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By-and-by, Hans climbed up on the dike, and sat down; the little brother was playing about at the foot of the bank. Suddenly the little brother called out, Oh, what a funny little hole! It bubbles! Hole? Where? said Hans. |
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Here in the bank, said the little brother; water's in it. What! said Hans, and he slid down as fast as he could to where his brother was playing. There was the tiniest little hole in the bank. Just an air hole. A drop of water bubbled slowly through. It is a hole in the dike! cried Hans. What shall we do? |
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He looked all round; not a person or a house in sight. He looked at the hole; the little drops oozed steadily through; he knew that the water would soon break a great gap, because that tiny hole gave it a chance. The town was so far away—if they ran for help it would be too late; what should he do? Once more he looked; the hole was larger, now, and the water was trickling. |
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Suddenly a thought came to Hans. He stuck his little forefinger right into the hole, where it fitted tight; and he said to his little brother, Run, Dieting! Go to the town and tell the men there's a hole in the dike. Tell them I will keep it stopped till they get here. |
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The little brother knew by Hans face that something very serious was the matter, and he started for the town, as fast as his legs could run. Hans, kneeling with his finger in the hole, watched him grow smaller and smaller as he got farther away. |
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Soon he was as small as a chicken; then he was only a speck; then he was out of sight. Hans was alone, his finger tight in the bank. He could hear the water, slap, slap, slap, on the stones; and deep down under the slapping was a gurgling, rumbling sound. It seemed very near. |
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By-and-by, his hand began to feel numb. He rubbed it with the other hand; but it got colder and more numb, colder and more numb, every minute. He looked to see if the men were coming; the road was bare as far as he could see. |
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Then the cold began creeping, creeping, up his arm; first his wrist, then his arm to the elbow, then his arm to the shoulder; how cold it was! And soon it began to ache. |
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Ugly little cramp-pains streamed up his finger, up his palm, up his arm, till they reached into his shoulder, and down the back of his neck. It seemed hours since the little brother went away. He felt very lonely, and the hurt in his arm grew and grew. |
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He watched the road with all his eyes, but no one came in sight. Then he leaned his head against the dike, to rest his shoulder. As his ear touched the dike, he heard the voice of the great sea, murmuring. The sound seemed to say. |
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I am the great sea. No one can stand against me. What are you, a little child, that you try to keep me out? Beware! Beware! Hans heart beat in heavy knocks. Would they never come? |
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He was frightened. And the water went on beating at the wall, and murmuring, I will come through, I will come through, I will get you, I will get you, run—run—before I come through! |
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Hans started to pull out his finger; he was so frightened that he felt as if he must run for ever. But that minute he remembered how much depended on him; if he pulled out his finger, the water would surely make the hole bigger, and at last break down the dike, and the sea would come in on all the land and houses. He set his teeth, and stuck his finger tighter than ever. You shall not come through! he whispered, I will not run! |
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At that moment, he heard a far-off shout. Far in the distance he saw a black something on the road, and dust. The men were coming! At last, they were coming. They came nearer, fast, and he could make out his own father, and the neighbours. They had pickaxes and shovels, and they were running. And as they ran they shouted, We're coming; take heart, we're coming! |
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The next minute, it seemed, they were there. And when they saw Hans, with his pale face, and his hand tight in the dike, they gave a great cheer,— just as people do for soldiers back from war; and they lifted him up and rubbed his aching arm with tender hands, and they told him that he was a real hero and that he had saved the town. |
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When the men had mended the dike, they marched home like an army, and Hans was carried high on their shoulders, because he was a hero. And to this day the people of Haarlem tell the story of how a little boy saved the dike. |
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