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Two Little Words

by Richard

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Drawing the boundary…

The Echoing Green

by William Blake

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Drawing the boundary…

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Two Little Words

by Richard

Words unspoken, hearts left broken
Pride's a wall we build so high
But two little phrases can make it right
Gotta learn to apologize

Say sorry when you're wrong
Say thank you when you're blessed
These simple words are strong
They heal and they connect
Don't let your ego blind you
To the power they possess
Just say sorry, say thank you
And watch love do the rest

Gratitude opens doors
Humility mends what's torn
In this world of give and take
New beginnings can be born

It ain't about who's right or wrong
It's about growing together, moving on
Appreciate the good, admit your flaws
That's how real love evolves

Sorry and thank you
Small words, big change
Sorry and thank you
Never too late to say

The Echoing Green

by William Blake

The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells’ cheerful sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing green.

Old John, with white hair,
Does laugh away care,
Sitting under the oak,
Among the old folk.
They laugh at our play,
And soon they all say,
‘Such, such were the joys
When we all—girls and boys—
In our youth-time were seen
On the echoing green.’

Till the little ones, weary,
No more can be merry:
The sun does descend,
And our sports have an end.
Round the laps of their mothers
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest,
And sport no more seen
On the darkening green.

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