guys paki tanung sa leader nyu kung anu ung isasaulo nyu dapat tig iisa pero ung sa iba tig dadalawa k . The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam [excerpt] Edward Fitzgerald 1 Wake! For the Sun, who scattered into flight The Stars before him from the Field of Night, Drives Night along with them from Heav’n and strikes The Sultán’s Turret with a Shaft of Light. 2 Before the phantom of False morning died, Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried, “When all the Temple is prepared within, Why nods the drowsy Worshiper outside?” 3 And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before The Tavern shouted--“Open, then, the Door! You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.” 12 A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread--and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow! 13 Some for the Glories of This World; and some Sigh for the Prophet’s Paradise to come; Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum! 14 Look to the blowing Rose about us--“Lo, Laughing, she says, “into the world I blow, At once the silken tassel of my Purse Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw.” 15 And those who husbanded the Golden Grain, And those who flung it to the winds like Rain, Alike to no such aureate Earth are turned As, buried once, Men want dug up again. 19 I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropped in her Lap from some once lovely Head. 20 And this reviving Herb whose tender Green Fledges the River-Lip on which we lean-- Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen! 21 Ah, my Belovéd, fill the Cup that clears Today of past Regrets and future Fears: Tomorrow!--Why, Tomorrow I may be Myself with Yesterday’s Sev’n thousand Years. 22 For some we loved, the loveliest and the best That from his Vintage rolling Time hath pressed, Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before, And one by one crept silently to rest. 23 And we, that now make merry in the Room They left, and Summer dresses in new bloom, Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth Descend--ourselves to make a Couch--for whom? 24 Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and--sans End! 71 The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ, Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. 72 And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling cooped we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help--for It As impotently moves as you or I. April Relator dalawa sau num. 2 and 20 Lyssa Esguerra num. 3 and 24 Johncalvin Llado num. 14 and 71 James Nyx Reyes num. 15 Mariecone Claire Barrera Buenconsejo num. 21 Karla Coronacion num. 13 Dwyneth Rabang num. 12 and 72 k. dapat sa ulo niu kung hindi ayy !!!! ^_^V guys tanong nyu nalang sa lideer nyu sila mag didistribute for more info just text or pm me k. Meann Ellen Joy Bingil Azel Tintero Arconada Phoebe Kate Palanca Kate Bernadeth Nadette Epetito Colleen Grace Sumeguin Marz Dalanon Acopio Mary Hannah Grace Elefane Magno Marygrace Lecias Yun Li Al Jihad Abadiano Badidil Anna Joy Bautista JayRah Bautista Arjay Felipe Gabriel Dale Vidallo Jhazmine Ledesma Eloisa Traje Kyllajoy Leido Aira Niala Sarah Jose pa tag nung iba chalamtas lablab
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