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I wish I had a relationship like her she has.

月满西楼
演唱:安雯

红藕香残玉簟秋
轻解罗裳独上兰舟
云中谁寄锦书来
雁字回时月满西楼
花自飘零水自流
一种相思两处闲愁
此情无计可消除
才下眉头却上心头

I joined this two songs in Bahai Centre of Singapore on 1st May for the Twelfth Day of Ridván. At this moment, I can’t find the lyrics of “One Planet One People Please” in second part of the video ‘We will have one world’ below.

We are one

In a bombed-out room in Belfast
A young boy is crying.
He’s alone, and he don’t understand
How the teachings of one book built on love and understanding
Could cause the hurt and killing in his land.

In an old part of Jerusalem
Two children are playing.
They run and laugh the way that it should be.
But one will wear the star and one will wear the crescent.
They’ll grow up and change from friends to enemies.

But we are one, the flowers of one garden.
We’re one, the leaves of one tree.
Let the walls come down.
Stand here together.
We are one family.

In a Pakistani village
A young boy on crutches
Takes a fall and lies helplessly there.
And he holds out his hand but no one will take it.
They won’t touch him or the clothes that he wears.

On a side street in Selma
A black child is sitting
In a squad car protected from the whites.
‘Cause they’re burning a cross to send her a message.
You can see the fear in her eyes.

But we are one, the flowers of one garden.
We’re one, the leaves of one tree.
Let the walls come down.
Stand here together.
We are one family.

Ponder in our heart how we were all created
From the same dust, the same dust.
Searching we will find that the Spirit of the Age
Has come to find us, to find us.

We are one, the flowers of one garden.
We’re one, the leaves of one tree.
Let the walls come down.
Stand here together.
We are one family.

We will have one world

We will have one world, Bahá’u’lláh
For the great day of peace has come

**Chang ‘one world’ to:
(2) Justice (3) Equality (4) Unity

Body in Light Colorado Topaz crystal with Light Siam crystal buttons and Aquamarine crystal eyes; beige ribbon. Thank you, Jerry. Wish you all the best.

I’m reading the simple version of “The Chamber” which written by John Grisham. I like the paragraphs in which mention about Eddie:

“Eddie was different.”
“You mean, he didn’t hate?”
Sam continued. “Eddie was a tender child. He was like his mother. There was a black family on our place. The Lincolns. Joe Lincoln had worked for us for many years. One of the boys, Quince, was the same age as Eddie, and they were best of friends. When Eddie started school, he got real upset because he rode one bus and his African friend rode another. He was always asking questions about why the African in Ford Country was so poor, and lived in bad houses, and didn’t have nice clothes, and had so many children. He suffered over them, and that made him different. I tried to explain things to him.”
“Such as?”
“Such as the need to keep the races separate. There’s nothing wrong with keeping Africans in their place. Eddie left home when he was eighteen.”
“Did you miss him?”
“Not at first, I guess. We were fighting a lot. He knew I was in the Klan by then, and he said he hated the sight of me.”
“You thought more of the Klan than of your own son?”
Sam stared at the floor. “He was a sweet kid,” he said quietly. “We had an old boat and used to fish, that was our big thing together. Then he grew up and didn’t like me. He was ashamed of me, and of course it hurt.” He looked up at Adam. “What kind of father was he?”
“I don’t know. That’s a hard question, Sam.”
“Why?”
“Because of the way he died. I was mad at him for a long time after his death, and I didn’t understand how he could leave us, how he could decide we didn’t need him anymore. And after I learned the truth, I was mad at him for lying to me all those years, for changing my name and running away. It was terribly confusing for a young kid. Still is.”
“Are you still angry?”
“Not really. I try to remember the good things about Eddie. I guess he was a good man, a good father who just had this dark, strange side to him.”
“Tell me about his death. How did it happen?”
Adam waited a long time before answering. “He was going through a bad time. He’d been in his room for three weeks, hiding from the world. Mother kept telling us that he was getting better, soon he’d come out. We believed her. He picked a day when she was at work and Carmen was at a friend’s house, a day when he knew I’d be the first one home. I found him lying on the floor of my bedroom, still holding the gun. One shot in his forehead. There was a neat circle of blood, and a typed not beside him. The not was addressed Dear Adam. It said he loved me, that he was sorry, that he wanted me to take care of the girls, and that maybe one day I would understand. He asked me to clean up the mess and call the police. Don’t touch the gun, he said. And hurry, before the girls get home.” Adam cleared his throat and looked at the floor.
“And so I did what he said, and I waited for the police. We were alone for fifteen minutes, just the two of us. He was lying on the floor, and I was lying on my bed looking down at him. I started crying and crying, asking him why. There was my dad, the only day I would ever have. I heard voices, and suddenly the room was filled with police.”
Sam was leaning on his elbows, one hand over his eyes. There were just a couple more things Adam wanted to say.
“Lee stayed with us after the funeral and told me everything. I couldn’t stop thinking about you and the Kramer bombing. It took about a year for me to figure out why Eddie killed himself when he did. He’d been hiding in his room during your trial, and he killed himself when it ended.”
Sam removed his hand and stared at Adam with wet eyes. “So you blame me for his death, right, Adam? That’s what you really want to say?”
“No, I don’t blame you entirely.”
“Then how much? Eighty percent? Ninety percent? How much of it’s my fault?”
“I don’t know, Sam. Why don’t you tell me?”
“Just add my son’s name to the list, is that what you want? The Kramer twinc, their father, then Eddie. That’s four I’ve killed, right? Anyone else you want to add?”
“Dead bodies?”
“Yes. Dead bodies. I’ve heard the rumors.”
Sam jumped to this feet and walked to the end of the room. “I’m tired of this conversation!” he shouted. “And I’m tired of you! Here I am twenty-three days away from the chamber, and all you want to do is talk about dead people. Just get out of here!”

On 13th May, James Blunt will perfomance at the Singapore Indoor Stadium. The first song I heard from him might be the famous one was the “You’re Beautiful“. And this “Cry” I just started listening this morning is fantastic.

James Blunt - Cry

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