n florit els lilàs i han dit llur joia envejosa a les roses: mireu la noia que us guanya l'esclat, bella i pubilla, i és bruna de rostre. [Verse 2] De tant que és jove enamora el seu pas —qui no la sap quan la veu s'enamora. [Guitar Interlude] [Chorus] Perquè has vingut ara torno a estimar: diré el teu nom i el cantarà l'alosa. [Verse 3] Perquè has vingut han florit els lilàs i han dit llur joia envejosa a les roses: [Chorus 2] mireu la noia que us guanya l'esclat, bella i pubilla, i és bruna de rostre. De tant que és jove enamora el seu pas —qui no la sap quan la veu s'enamora [Refrain] Perquè has vingut ara torno a estimar: diré el teu nom i el cantarà l'alosa. [Guitar interlude End] [End]21:T536,I thought this Pen would arise From the casket where it lies-- Of itself would arise and write My thanks and my surprise. When you gave it me under the pines, I dreamed these gems from the mines Of Siberia, Ceylon, and Maine Would glimmer as thoughts in the lines; That this iron link from the chain Of Bonnivard might retain Some verse of the Poet who sang Of the prisoner and his pain; That this wood from the frigate's mast Might write me a rhyme at last, As it used to write on the sky The song of the sea and the blast. But motionless as I wait, Like a Bishop lying in state Lies the Pen, with its mitre of gold, And its jewels inviolate. Then must I speak, and say That the light of that summer day In the garden under the pines Shall not fade and pass away. I shall see you standing there, Caressed by the fragrant air, With the shadow on your face, And the sunshine on your hair. (hair!) [Verse] I shall hear the sweet low tone Of a voice before unknown, Saying, "This is from me to you-- From me, and to you alone." And in words not idle and vain I shall answer and thank you again For the gift, and the grace of the gift, O beautiful Helen of Maine! And forever this gift will be As a blessing from you to me, As a drop of the dew of your youth On the leaves of an aged tree. [Outro]22:T66f,#include #include // for sleep function using namespace std; // Function prototypes void verse1(); void chorus(); void verse2(); void bridge(); void outro(); int main() { // Sing the song verse1(); chorus(); verse2(); chorus(); bridge(); chorus(); outro(); return 0; } void verse1() { cout << "Oh C++ compiler, you're my friend," << endl; cout << "With your logic, I can transcend," << endl; cout << "From classes to functions, you understand," << endl; cout << "Creating programs at my command." << endl; cout << endl; } void chorus() { cout << "C++ oh C++, you're so grand," << endl; cout << "With your loops and arrays, I take a stand," << endl; cout << "Compiling code with a single line," << endl; cout << "Oh C++, you're truly divine." << endl; cout << endl; } void verse2() { cout << "Ints and doubles, strings and more," << endl; cout << "Pointers and references, at my core," << endl; cout << "Object-oriented, through and through," << endl; cout << "Oh C++, what can't you do?" << endl; cout << endl; } void bridge() { cout << "On Windows or Linux, you never fail," << endl; cout << "C++, you always prevail," << endl; cout << "Syntax so strict, semantics so neat," << endl; cout << "C++, you make my code complete." << endl; cout << endl; } void outro() { cout << "Oh C++, my coding muse," << endl; cout << "With your help, I never lose," << endl; cout << "Thank you for your power and might," << endl; cout << "C++, you make my future bright." << endl; cout << endl; }23:T93a,[Intro] Uhhhhhhh [Verse] In der Mitte meines Lebens, suche ich dich vergebends. Mein Kompass lang verloren, Tief im Eis eingefroren. Eine Irrfahrt im Nebel, ein Boot mit Löcher und kein Segel. Mit jedem Tag, da spür ich die Zeit, niemand hört, mein Hilfeschrei. [Bridge] [Chorus] was ist echt und was ist nicht wahr? Ein Fremder im Spiegel, der mir so nah

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