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Iff leaves where kissis,
i,d send you a tree.
If water where hugs,
i,d give you the see.
If love was fore ever,
i,d send you eternity.
if you need a friend,
you always have me.


ALS JE DENKT:IK BEN VERSLAGEN",
is de nederlaag een feit.
Als je denkt:ik zal niet versagen,
win je op den duur de strijd.
Als je denkt:ik kan het niet halen,
is de tegenslag op til.
Want het overslaan der schalen,
hangt voornamelijk af van Wil.
Moedelozen gaan ten onder,
door hun twijfel,door hun vrees.
Vechters winnen,door een wonder,
telkens weer de zwaarste race.
Denk:ik kan,het en dan gaat het.
Ieder vindt bij wilskracht baat,
en in ,t leven wint de daad het
van het nuteloos gepraat.
Als je jammert:ik ben zwakker,
dan mijn grote concurrent,
blijf je levenslang de stakker
die je ongetwijfeld bent.
Niet de Goliaths en rijken,
tellen in de kamp voor zes,
maar de fermen die niet wijken ,
hebben vroeg of laat sucses.

En deze is ook zo waar.

Ga nooit heen zonder te groeten,
Ga nooit heen zonder een zoen.
Wie het noodlot zal ontmoeten,
kan het morgen niet meer doen.

Ga nooit heen zonder te praten,
dat doet een hart soms zo,n pijn.
Wandt wat je het s,morgens hebt
verlaten kan er het s,avonds niet
meer zijn.

They say in time whe do forget,
Fore some that may be treu.
Butt how on earth can i forget,
the good time,s that we now.
I cannot bring you riche,s,
A mansion ore a car.
I cannot reach the heaven,
to bring you down on a star.
Butt take this heart i give to you,
It may not seem a lot.
Butt handle it whit care daddy,
Because it,s the only won ive got.
whit all my love paul.

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Dont fuck whitt me ill ask you nice?
Dont forget i dont ask twice!
When you take what is not yours,
ill make you crawl on al fours.
Hand,s and knie,s whill be bleu,
After the curse ill give to you.
I only craft when you hurt me,
i,ll send it tree foulds back to thee.
Hurt my familie ore hurt my fiends,
then the curse ill give to you,
is ten time,s ten the hatred the anger
and the pain that i give when i am wronged

ravennightowl
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VANAF HIER WAT GEDICHTEN OVER MIJN GROOTSTE HOBBY.

Darksome night and shining moon,
Hearken to the the Witch`s Rune.
East,then south,west,then north.
Here come I to call you forth.

By the powers of land and sea,
Be obedient unto me.
Wand and pentacle,cup and sword,
Hearken the unto my word.

Cord and censor,scourge and knife,
Waken all ye unto life.
Powers of the witch`s blade,
Come ye as this charge is made.

Queen of the summerlands,field and dell,
Send your power unto this spell.

Horned Hunter of the night,
Work my will,by magical rite.
By all the might of moon and sun,
As I will,it shall be done.

By all the powers of land and sea,
As i say,so mote It Be.
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about witche,s

We are not evil.
We dont harm or seduce poeple.
We are not dangerous.
We are ordinary poeple like you.
We have families,jobs,hopes,and dreams.
We are not a cult.
This religion is not a joke.
We are not what you think we are from looking at T.V.
We are real.
We laugh,we cry.
We are serious.
We have a sense of humor.
You dont have to be afraid of us.
We don`t want to convert you.
And please don`t try to convert us.
Just give us the same right we give you:to live in peace.
We are mutch more similar than you think.
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THE WHITH ALONE.
(by Scott Cunningham)
Beyond the town,beneath the moon
Beside the standing stone
There lives A man,fair of faith
we call the whitch alone

He sings to sun and moon and stars
And gathers herbs and weeds
Whit which he fashions ancient charms
And other magic deeds

He worships not altars built
By hand of mortal men
But in the misty glade
Beyond the farthest glen

What need has he of flashing swords
Of crystals glowing bright
Of censors and of colored cords
That grace the wiccan rite?
His tools are fashioned from the earth
And wind and fire and rain
His rites ar dances wild and free
That call the gods amain

When spring and summer pas to fall
And twilight fills his eyes
He will lie upon the browning grass
And smile as he dies

For though he leaves his mortal shell
Of flesh and blood and bone
He knows he does not die but lives
on as the witch alone
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THE WICCAN REDE.

Uphold the rules of the wiccan rede,
be high in spririt ye shall sucseed.
Power of the elements five,
will help mother nature stay alive.
From grains of earth to the movin air,
past the burning fire that magick flares.
Flow whit water,lakes and streams,
around the spirits aura and dreams.







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