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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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Sleeping At Last

101010

 

101010

(album: Yearbook - November - 2010)


Hold your breath and count to 28.
Change is slow but I feel it taking shape.
Folding over us like waves
On origami ocean tides, we sway

Like blueprints constantly being rearranged.
Over microscopes we plan and strain.

The finest print in the whitest ink,
Before it dries, there's no time to think.
It feels like everything we've known is sink or swim

But grey is not a compromise
It is the bridge between two sides.
I would even argue that it is the color
That most represents God's eyes.

Hold your breath and count to 29.
Connect the dots and cherish every line.

Paper cuts and trails aside,
Make a wish and hold it tight,
This time, we'll try our very hardest not to try.

'cause grey is not a compromise
It is the bridge between two sides.
The shores on which our stubborn land
And restless seas collide.
Grey is not just middle ground,
It is a truce that waits to be signed.
I would even argue that, from where we stand,
It most represents the color of God's eyes.

So, let's fold our atlas into paper planes.
Change is slow, but I feel it taking shape.

done

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