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To: Satr who wrote (1111)	4/5/2005 11:18:23 PM
From: HG	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1680

Darling i could never lend you my charity.... :) I used to think that I could not go on And life was nothing but an awful song But now I know the meaning of true love I'm leaning on the everlasting arms If I can see it, then I can do it If I just believe it, there's nothing to it [1] - I believe I can fly I believe I can touch the sky I think about it every night and day Spread my wings and fly away I believe I can soar I see me running through that open door I believe I can fly I believe I can fly I believe I can fly See I was on the verge of breaking down Sometimes silence can seem so loud There are miracles in life I must achieve But first I know it starts inside of me, oh If I can see it, then I can do it If I just believe it, there's nothing to it [Repeat 1] Hey, cuz I believe in me, oh If I can see it, then I can do it If I just believe it, there's nothing to it [Repeat 1] Hey, if I just spread my wings I can fly I can fly I can fly, hey If I just spread my wings I can fly Fly-eye-eye

To: Satr who wrote (1111)	4/7/2005 10:54:53 AM
From: Rainy_Day_Woman	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1680

nice picket fence grub [she is in envy] Janis Ian's haunting 'At Seventeen' I learned the truth at seventeen That love was meant for beauty queens And high school girls with clear skinned smiles Who married young and then retired. The valentines I never knew The Friday night charades of youth Were spent on one more beautiful At seventeen I learned the truth. And those of us with ravaged faces Lacking in the social graces Desperately remained at home Inventing lovers on the phone Who called to say come dance with me and murmured vague obscenities It isn't all it seems At seventeen. A brown eyed girl in hand me downs Whose name I never could pronounce said, Pity please the ones who serve They only get what they deserve. The rich relationed hometown queen Married into what she needs A guarantee of company And haven for the elderly. Remember those who win the game Lose the love they sought to gain Indebentures of quality And dubious integrity. Their small town eyes will gape at you in dull surprise when payment due Exceeds accounts received At seventeen. To those of us who know the pain Of valentines that never came, And those whose names were never called When choosing sides for basketball. It was long ago and far away The world was younger than today And dreams were all they gave for free To ugly duckling girls like me. We all play the game and when we dare To cheat ourselves at solitaire Inventing lovers on the phone Repenting other lives unknown That call and say, come dance with me and murmur vague obscenities At ugly girls like me At seventeen.