Fame is what you have taken, character is what you give; when to this truth you waken then you begin to live |
From the desert I come to thee, On a stallion shod with fire; And the winds are left behind In the speed of my desire. |
From the desert I come to thee, On a stallion shod with fire; And the winds are left behind In the speed of my desire. |
Grant us laughter, ... and grant us a time to enjoy each other. |
I love thee, I love but thee With a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold, And the stars grow old... |
The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring. |
The loving are the daring |