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1. Well you think you can find Someone to fill my shoes And you ask yourself why She dont do the things I do And you can't deny That everywhere you go You see my face, hear my name And it eats you up inside [CHORUS:] You know I'm one of a kind There'll never be another me Can't get me out of your mind You're lost in your own fantasy And when you.

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2. That follow'd me so near,--O, our lives' sweetness! That we the pain of death would hourly die Rather than die at once!--taught me to shift Into a madman's rags; to assume a semblance That very dogs disdain'd: and in this habit Met I my father with his bleeding rings, Their precious stones new lost: became his guide.

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3. Marry, do I, sir, and I came to acquaint you with a matter. I am given, sir, secretly to understand that your younger brother Orlando hath a disposition to come in disguised against me to try a fall. Tomorrow, sir, I wrestle for my credit, and he that escapes me without some broken limb shall.

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4. Now, may I ask that never again will He have to confront sin without our aid and assistance, that never again will He find only unresponsive onlookers when He sees you and me along His Via Dolorosa in our present day. As we approach this holy week—Passover Thursday with its Paschal Lamb, atoning Friday with its cross, Resurrection Sunday.

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5. What is the tone in the "Never shall I forget" poem in Elie Wiesel's Night? poem: Never shall I forget that night, the first night in camp, that turned my life into one long night seven times sealed.

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6. "Thus I relieve thee, my creator," he said, and placed his hated hands before my eyes, which I flung from me with violence;"thus I take from thee a sight which you abhor. Still thou canst listen to me and grant me thy compassion. By the virtues that I once possessed, I demand this from you.

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7. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man, I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague of both your houses! zounds a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetic. why the devil came you between us!

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8. Why the cry goes that you shall marry her. This is the monkey’s own giving out. She is persuaded I will marry her, out of her own love and flattery, not out of my promise. Now he tells how she plucked him to my chamber. Oh, I see that nose of yours, but not that dog I shall throw it to.

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