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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

I noticed that when you learn a new word from a song that you have already heard before, you already know the translation of this word forever and you will never forget it!

I want to share this method with you. So, the scheme is as follows.

We find songs that we have already heard.

We add all unfamiliar words from them.

We pass mini tests of memory games. done

Now that you know a lot of words, you will very quickly come to know the whole language!

I bet you'll be surprised how effective this method is!)

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Maria McKee

The Last Boy

 

The Last Boy

(album: La Vita Nuova - 2020)


And I'm grown I have logic and wisdom and clarity
And I know about magic and reason and the disparity

And as I'm ticking down the days to whatever time is left
Of my senses it seems I have become bereft
I am undone I am once again undone
By beauty I am mostly always undone

I have an existential understanding of
What the poets mean when they refer to love

But he's The Last Boy
Whom the gods have sent to lark as I am thus destroyed
And my will and all my years lay in the balance
As I'm veering towards this consecrated openness
My weary soul is faint and failing fast
And this longing gaze I take may be
The last of me

And he shambles in all the right ways
Flinching, caught by the light in such bewitching disarray
Oh scoop him up and drop him back into the nest
Take his fledgling hands and find him rest, oh

When oh, oh, oh, my sanity be damned
How he vexes me this constantly surprising little scandal
When I am ashen and my voice has fallen dark
His confectionary face will sweetly flutter across my heart

Acute perception, such a blessing and affliction
Ruling recklessly when coaxing forth affection

From The Last Boy
Whom the gods have sent to lark as I am thus destroyed
And my will and all my years lay in the balance
As I'm veering towards this consecrated openness
My weary soul is faint and failing fast
And this longing gaze I take may be
The last of me

And at my end of days I'll cover all the mirrors
Find this well worn page and with coyness linger here

With The Last Boy
Whom the gods have sent to lark as I am thus destroyed
And my will and all my years lay in the balance
As I'm veering towards this consecrated openness
My weary soul is faint and failing fast
And this longing gaze I take may be
The last of me

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