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dragons- imagine demons

When the days are cold
And the cards are removed
And we see the saints
We are all made of gold
When your dreams all fail
And those from
They are the worst of all
And the blood is directed stale
I want to hide the truth
I haven
But with the inner beast
There is nowhere we can hide
No matter what breed
We are still facts of greed
This is my kingdom
This is my kingdom
When you feel the warmth of my
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Do not get too close
It is dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
When the curtain call
It is the last of all
When the lights fade
All sinners are dragged
So they dug his grave
And the masquerade will come calling
In the mess you made
I do not want to disappoint
But I'm hell bound
Although this is for you
I will not hide the truth
No matter what breed
We are still facts of greed
This is my kingdom
This is my kingdom
When you feel the warmth of my
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Do not get too close
It is dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
They say it's what they do
I say it is to the destination
It is woven into my soul
I have to let you go
His eyes that shine so bright
I want to save their light
I can not escape this now
Unless you show me how
When you feel the warmth of my
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Do not get too close
It is dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide

Imagine Dragons - Demons

this song was extract from www.musica.com

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the ugly duckling

Once upon a time down on an old farm, lived a duck family, and Mother Duck had been sitting on a clutch of new eggs. One nice morning, the eggs hatched and out popped six chirpy ducklings.

But one egg was bigger than the rest, and it didn´t hatch. Mother Duck couldn´t recall laying that seventh egg. How did it get there? TOCK! TOCK! The little prisoner was pecking inside his shell.

-"Did I count the eggs wrongly?"

Mother Duck wondered. But before she had time to think about it, the last egg finally hatched.

A strange looking duckling with gray feathers that should have been yellow gazed at a worried mother. The ducklings grew quickly, but Mother Duck had a secret worry.

- "I can´t understand how this ugly duckling can be one of mine!" she said to herself, shaking her head as she looked at her last born.

Well, the gray duckling certainly wasn´t pretty, and since he ate far more than his brothers, he was outgrowing them. As the days went by, the poor ugly duckling became more and more unhappy. His brothers didn´t want to play with him, he was so clumsy, and all the farmyard folks simply laughed at him.

He felt sad and lonely, while Mother Duck did her best to console him.

- "Poor little ugly duckling!" she would say. "Why are you so different from the others?"

And the ugly duckling felt worse than ever. He secretly wept at night. He felt nobody wanted him.

-"Nobody loves me, they all tease me! Why am I different from my brothers?"

Then one day, at sunrise, he ran away from the farmyard. He stopped at a pond and began to question all the other birds.

-"Do you know of any ducklings with gray feathers like mine?"

But everyone shook their heads in scorn.

- "We don´t know anyone as ugly as you."

The ugly duckling did not lose heart, however, and kept on making inquiries.

 He went to another pond, where a pair of large geese gave him the same answer to his question. What´s more, they warned him:

-"Don´t stay here! Go away! It´s dangerous. There are men with guns around here!"

The duckling was sorry he had ever left the farmyard.

Then one day, his travels took him near an old countrywoman´s cottage. Thinking he was a stray goose, she caught him.

-"I´ll put this in a hutch. I hope it´s a female and lays plenty of eggs!" said the old woman, whose eyesight was poor.

But the ugly duckling laid not a single egg. The hen kept frightening him.

-"Just wait! If you don´t lay eggs, the old woman will wring your neck and pop you into the pot!"

And the cat chipped in:

- "Hee! Hee! I hope the woman cooks you, then I can gnaw at your bones!"

The poor ugly duckling was so scared that he lost his appetite, though the old woman kept stuffing him with food and grumbling:

-"If you won´t lay eggs, at least hurry up and get plump!"

-"Oh, dear me!" moaned the now terrified duckling. "I´ll die of fright first! And I did so hope someone would love me!"

Then one night, finding the hutch door open, he escaped.

Once again he was all alone. He fled as far away as he could, and at dawn, he found himself in a thick bed of reeds.

-"If nobody wants me, I´ll hid here forever."

There was plenty a food, and the duckling began to feel a little happier, though he was lonely.

One day at sunrise, he saw a flight of beautiful birds wing overhead. White, with long slender necks, yellow beaks and large wings, they were migrating south.

- "If only I could look like them, just for a day!" said the duckling, admiringly.

Winter came and the water in the reed bed froze. The poor duckling left home to seek food in the snow. He dropped exhausted to the ground, but a farmer found him and put him in his big jacket pocket.

- "I´ll take him home to my children. They´ll look after him. Poor thing, he´s frozen!".

The duckling was showered with kindly care at the farmer´s house. In this way, the ugly duckling was able to survive the bitterly cold winter.

However, by springtime, he had grown so big that the farmer decided:

"I´ll set him free by the pond!"

That was when the duckling saw himself mirrored in the water.

- "Goodness! How I´ve changed! I hardly recognize myself!"

The flight of swans winged north again and glided on to the pond.  When the duckling saw them, he realized he was one of their kind, and soon made friends.

-"We´re swans like you!" they said, warmly.

-"Where have you been hiding?"

-"It´s a long story," replied the young swan, still astounded.

Now, he swam majestically with his fellow swans.

One day, he heard children on the river bank exclaim: "Look at that young swan! He´s the finest of them all!" And he almost burst with happiness.

 

FIN

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THE THREE LITTLE PIGS

Once upon a time there were three little pigs.

One day they set out from the farm where they had been born. They were going out into the world to start new lives and enjoy any adventures that might come their way.

The first little pig met a man carrying some straw, and he asked him if he might have some to build himself a house.

-"Of course, little pig," said the man.

He gave the little pig a big bundle of straw, and the little pig built himself a lovely house of golden straw.

A big bad wolf lived nearby. He came along and saw the new house and, feeling rather hungry and thinking he would like to eat a little pig for supper, he called out:

-"Little pig, little pig, let me come in." To which the little pig replied,

-"No, no, by the hair of my chinny chin chin, I´ll not let you in!"

So the wolf shouted very crossly,

-"Then I´ll huff and I´ll puff, Till I blow your house in!"

And he huffed and he puffed, and he HUFFED and he PUFFED until the house of straw fell in, and the wolf ate the little pig for his supper that evening.

The second little pig was walking along the road when he met a man with a load of wood.

-"Please Sir," he said, "can you let me have some of that wood so that I can build a house?"

-"Of course," said the man, and he gave him a big pile of wood.

In no time at all, the little pig had built himself a lovely house.

The next evening, along came the same wolf. When he saw another little pig, this time in a wooden house, he called out,

-"Little pig, little pig, let me come in."

To which the pig replied,

-"No, no, by the hair of my chinny chin chin, I´ll not let you in!"

So the wolf shouted,

-"Then I´ll huff and I´ll puff, Till I blow your house in!"

And he huffed and he puffed and he HUFFED and he PUFFED until the house fell in and the wolf gobbled up the little pig for his supper.

The third little pig met a man with a cartload of bricks.

-"Please Sir, can I have some bricks to build myself a house?" he asked, and when the man had given him some, he built himself a lovely house with the bricks.

The big bad wolf came along, and licked his lips as he thought about the third little pig. He called out,

-"Little pig, little pig, let me come in!"

And the little pig called back,

-"No, no, by the hair of my chinny chin chin, I´ll not let you in!"

So the wolf shouted,

-"Then I´ll huff and I´ll puff, Till I blow your house in!"

And the wolf huffed and he puffed, and he HUFFED and he PUFFED, and he HUFFED again and PUFFED again, but still the house, which had been so well built with bricks, did The Three Little Pigs not blow in, no matter how hard the wolf tried.

The wolf went away to think how he could trick the little pig, and he came back and called through the window of the brick house,

-"Little pig, there are some marvellous turnips in the farmer´s field. Shall we go there tomorrow morning at six o´clock and get some?"

The little pig thought this was a very good idea, as he was very fond of turnips, but he went at five o´clock, not six o´clock, and collected all the turnips he needed before the wolf arrived.

The wolf was furious, but he thought he would try another trick. He told the little pig about the apples in the farmer´s orchard, and suggested they both went to get some at five o´clock the next morning.

The little pig agreed, and went as before, an hour earlier. But this time the wolf came early too, and arrived while the little pig was still in the apple tree. The little pig pretended to be pleased to see him and threw an apple down to the wolf.

While the wolf was picking it up, the little pig jumped down the tree and got into a barrel. He rolled quickly clown the hill inside this barrel to his house of bricks and rushed in and bolted the door.

The wolf was very angry that the little pig had got the better of him again, and chased him in the barrel back to his house.

When he got there he climbed on to the roof, intending to come down the chimney and catch the little pig that way. The little pig was waiting for him, however, with a large cauldron of boiling water on the fire.

The wolf came down the chimney and fell into the cauldron with a big SPLASH, and the little pig quickly put the lid on it.

The wicked wolf was never seen again, and the little pig lived happily in his brick house for many many years.

FIN