you think that we could share the memory of just one final laugh, together? Don't you think that there's a chance our path's may never cross again, don
have, I guarantee, A child as perfect As child can be. Go to the wood! [STEPMOTHER] Ladies. Our carriage waits. [CINDERELLA] Now may I go to the Festival
ll hold (we'll hold on) we will meet again This time my dear old friend Singing our song, we went abreast We plunged into a deeply cloven track May the
will be back again, Make an attack again. [To Valjean.] For your presence of mind For the deed you have done I will thank you M'sieur When our battle
will be back again, Make an attack again. (To Valjean.) For your presence of mind For the deed you have done I will thank you M'sieur When our battle
by Gregg Allman and Daniel Toler (c) 1980 EMI Blackwood Music Inc. So long, I hope our paths meet again some day. Oh, but who's to say, who's to say,
the front To recapture our land Attack/Insurrection Nothing may stand in our path No prisoners shall we take Annihilate No enemy shall ever rise again
in your hand lay down where ever you please under the moon cloud masterpeice may our conscience be devoured by the sweetness of the hour meet me down the primrose path
burn our fleet 'cos the land is promised to us by gods May Njord protect us on our way May the moon light our path Let our spirits be purified by
COMPANY We'll meet tomorrow We will find a path And reach tomorrow. Past this day of wrath We'll be together once again Cling to your hope and prayers
starts to gather on paving stone squares Teeth start to chatter as the staff leave the store And daughters meet mothers and fathers meet sons It's too
for their own entertainment... and to steal away the most precious gem dwelling in each of us... our soul. Man may choose the path he follows, but its direction may
this langorous smile again, more precious than your nudity, this carnal smile, ecstatic, that projects me for an instant again in a fantastic whirl of
path in its way - a great path of self-destruction before burning out. And on this night the great finale is finally here. 'Be careful what you wish for - it may
mine had scarred me for life. A great star fell from the sky that night and with its descent left a scorched path in its way - a great path of self-destruction
ll burn our fleet 'Cause the land is promised to us by gods May Njord protect us on our way May the moon light our path Let our spirits be purified by
, Thebes... I see them now once more! In the grip of a waking dream, I walk those restless sands again. Egypt... here my journey began, and here I took
the stars, The storms extol our ancient glory, great mounds feed us, power from the sacred earth. With faith and steel we walk our shadowed paths, our
