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This is the Ballad of Malibu Roui Harvard grad, trust fund, and really screwy. Everybody said, she’s a trophy girlfriend But what contest in Hell did I win? I have flashbacks from photography classes Harassing the wildlife with those total jackasses Then one day Roui meets some guy named Chris. Have you met this turd? Are you taking the piss? Now they’re going round being nerdy and flirty Scaring the fuck out of little birdies. Not sure why they’re always traveling around If she wants to see duck feet, just look down! This is the Ballad of Malibu Roui Harvard grad, trust fund, and really screwy. Everybody said, she’s a trophy girlfriend But what contest in Hell did I win? Now it’s his turn to do all the chores And dealing with an ass as big as all outdoors. And he can listen to the sound when she snores! Getting henpecked by her society whores! This is the Ballad of Malibu Roui Harvard grad, trust fund, and really screwy. Everybody said, she’s a trophy girlfriend But what contest in Hell did I win? Malibu Roui, Malibu Roui, Malibu Roui

Under the silver moon's glow, through the whispering trees, A girl walks softly, carried by a gentle breeze. The crunch of leaves beneath her, a symphony so sweet, In nature’s quiet hallways, where earth and heaven meet. By the light of fireflies, her path is softly lit, With every step, her love for this earth is recommit. The rustle of the branches, a song so soft and low, In harmony, she whispers, “Let’s never let this go.”

[Verse] I'm a troubadour Southern soul warrior Bred in the backwoods A dirty storyteller Got that raspy drawl Whiskey-soaked voice Like a rusty old car Ready to make some noise Sittin' on a porch Strummin' my guitar I'll tell you tales of love Pain And scars With a warm and gritty texture I sing my truth In this alternative southern soul pursuit [Verse 2] I ain't no fair-weather singer I'm the real deal Gonna make you feel something you can't conceal Strikin' chords of rock Blues And country Mixing it up with some alternative fury

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(Verse) Dans l'amphi de maths, Évane s'ennuie à mourir, Quand Zine, le prof, lui fait un clin d'œil à ravir. Entre les probabilités et les intégrales compliquées, C'est là que leur drôle d'histoire a commencé. (Chorus) Évane et Zine, un duo improbable, Dans ce monde de chiffres, leur amour est invraisemblable. Entre les équations et les regards langoureux, C'est l'amour qui sème le chaos, c'est pas sérieux. (Verse) Dans les formules alambiquées et les matrices en folie, Évane trouve en Zine une étrange folie. Zine, avec son charme et son humour en réserve, Fait chavirer le cœur d'Évane, c'est un vrai casse-tête. (Chorus) Évane et Zine, un duo improbable, Dans ce monde de chiffres, leur amour est invraisemblable. Entre les équations et les regards langoureux, C'est l'amour qui sème le chaos, c'est pas sérieux. (Bridge) Entre les parenthèses et les calculs farfelus, Évane et Zine se perdent dans leur amour tordu. Dans ce monde de nombres et de théories bancals, C'est l'amour qui fait dérailler leur équilibre mental. (Outro) Dans leur univers de maths, leur amour est un gag, Évane et Zine, dans leur folie, ils sont à la dérive. Entre les équations et les rires, c'est leur histoir

(Verse) Dans l'amphi de maths, Évane s'ennuie à mourir, Quand Zine, le prof, lui fait un clin d'œil à ravir. Entre les probabilités et les intégrales compliquées, C'est là que leur drôle d'histoire a commencé. (Chorus) Évane et Zine, un duo improbable, Dans ce monde de chiffres, leur amour est invraisemblable. Entre les équations et les regards langoureux, C'est l'amour qui sème le chaos, c'est pas sérieux. (Verse) Dans les formules alambiquées et les matrices en folie, Évane trouve en Zine une étrange folie. Zine, avec son charme et son humour en réserve, Fait chavirer le cœur d'Évane, c'est un vrai casse-tête. (Chorus) Évane et Zine, un duo improbable, Dans ce monde de chiffres, leur amour est invraisemblable. Entre les équations et les regards langoureux, C'est l'amour qui sème le chaos, c'est pas sérieux. (Bridge) Entre les parenthèses et les calculs farfelus, Évane et Zine se perdent dans leur amour tordu. Dans ce monde de nombres et de théories bancals, C'est l'amour qui fait dérailler leur équilibre mental. (Outro) Dans leur univers de maths, leur amour est un gag, Évane et Zine, dans leur folie, ils sont à la dérive. Entre les équations et les rires, c'est leur histoir

Kara toprak beni çağırırken, Ve su gibi akıp giderken her gün Ben senin derdindeyim yine Enver'im Bak arıyorum seni yine bugün Ben senin derdindeyim yine Enver'im Bak arıyorum seni yine bugün Duyuyorum sanki beyaz atının Nalların sesini, gür nefesini Allah dedikçe Enver erler coşuyor Ardın sıra erlerin hücum ediyor Allah dedikçe Enver erler coşuyor Ardın sıra erlerin hücum ediyor Bizler atılıyorken düşmana yeni baştan Geçmişken yeniden yardan serden ve aştan Tanısınlar burma bıyığından kara kaştan Umut ol da yeniden doğ Kafkas dağlarından Başbuğumuz Enver meydanları yine titretsin Türk'ün sesi Tanrı dağlarını tekrar inletsin Ardından koşalım bekle bizleri Turan'da Zafer vaad ediyor Hak Teala Kur'anda Senden "ileri" emrini duyduğumuz anda Kopup da geleceğiz tarihin çağlarından Başbuğumuz Enver meydanları yine titretsin Kür Şad bir nara ile çini tekrardan inletsin

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Verse 1: In the heart of Westphalia's land, Welf Online shapes the digital sand, Capturing moments, framing the light, Each snapshot a story, bright and right. Chorus: Through the lens, a world unfolds, In Vreden, where creativity holds, Videos that dance, photos that sing, Crafting dreams on a digital wing. Verse 2: From corporate to the bustling street, Their cameras move to the heartbeat, Transforming visions into art, Connecting brands from end to start. Bridge: Fly high with drones, above the scene, A view so vast, so crisp, so keen, Emotions captured, frozen in frame, With Welf Online, it’s never the same. Chorus: Through the lens, a world unfolds, In Vreden, where creativity holds, Videos that dance, photos that sing, Crafting dreams on a digital wing. Outro: Step into the light, let shadows fall, Welf Online will answer the call, To market, to design, to capture the feel, Turning the digital into the real.

जब रंग रंज हो जाएँ, जब शाम तंग हो जाएँ मेरी जान तब तुम, रंग डिब्बी से बना लेना अपना जहाँ चाहे कर लेना आसमान रंग नारंगी, या कर लेना शाम सतरंगी, चाहे फिर बदल देना अपनी धड़कनों की rhythm को, हाँ, switch off भी कर देना कमरे की बातियों को, netflix के flicker को भी बुझा ही देना, परदे हटा देना और फिर नरांगी आसमान देखना, ओस चाटना, गेहूँ की तरह बिखर जाने देना चाँद की रोशनी को, और फिर शायद अपनी हर गीली साँस में मुझे महसूस कर सको, तब तक शायद मैं ना आ पाऊँ....

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Going to Costco -does anyone need anything or need to split anything? We need laundry detergent & only have 2 rolls of paper towel left What kind of detergent do you want? And we can get to too All good👍 Whatever is on sale or cheapest we aren’t picky just not the pods & we just got TP from Sobeys. I can go with you if you want Ooops I saw the Papertowel now not tp lol

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[Verse] In a small town, oh so long ago I fell in love, it was a sweet, sweet flow But the world pulled us apart, miles and miles away Years slipped through our fingers, like grains of golden hay [Verse 2] But our love, it never did fade Through the darkness and all the mistakes we made Now I'm standing here, with my heart on my sleeve Praying that one day, she'll come back to me [Chorus] Oh, the lost years may have passed us by But our love, it'll never die I'm holding on tight, waiting for the day When I can finally hold her and never let her slip away

Dert çek canım, dert çekerek biter Al dumandan, kuş uçarak gider (hrr) Buralardan hiç yol geçmez (yok) Baba hep sikerek gider, wow Kolda Rolex Daytona, altımda Porsche Attım hafifçe elimi camdan O anda göz göze geldik or'da Vallahi ölücekti hey'candan Bas gaza aşkım, öndeler Araba makina, harbiden ön çeker (şşh) Yaparım manita yanıma, baba, çok şeker Çekerim onun için Beymen'den on beşer Burun koptu, Meksika festival Sen kötüsün, git cano, destek al (hrr) Acil, sakın ölme, bak Süper, öyle her zaman mutlu kal Hm, yürüyo'm, etrafta zombiler VIP'yim, Mercedes roket yemez, baba Başbakan gibi yoldayım Sadece eksik takım elbiselerim, baba Jet baba, arkama roket taksam Uçsam dünyadan uzaya doğru Olsa yaz gününde güzel akşam Lvbel karizmatik, Kenan Doğulu Sakaryaspor formam imzalı Benim ekip Tatangalar, cano (wow) Hocalarım beğenmez imzamı Şimdi atıyo'm götlerine, cano Yes, sir, (Cakal) rapte bi' profesör (yes, sir) Altta Escalade, önde şoför Sigara tasty, tam şampiyon Adalet terazi, davranış adil (grr) "Ovaliy'im hep" diyo', diyorum, "Daha değil" Havadayım on iki ay gibi ebabil Arada bi' vuruyorum, fena değil (Bıdı bıdı, bıdı bıdı, bıdı bıdı, hiç fena değil) Bıdı bıdı sözler, üstümde gözl

Ve y Erre..... Veee Y... EREEEEEEEE........ Cuando solo estoy, viendo el facebook de camino voy. En CuriVeiErre postie hoy... Y entonces rei a carcajadas con las cuajinadas que ahi inventé con el internet que me robé

**Verse 1:** She walks in boots, not high heels, Down main streets and through cornfields. Folks see her style, the smile she wields, Assume she’s never had to work for meals. **Chorus:** But she’s a sunrise chaser, on the farm from dawn, Planting hopes, her hands digging on. Yes, she looks like she’s had it easy, But those calluses weren’t born breezy. She’s been working hard, loving every scar, This life's her choice, and she's come far. **Verse 2:** Her daddy’s truck, she drove it young, Learned to fix it when the day was done. Designer bags, but hers filled with tools, She’s breaking hearts and bending rules. **Chorus:** Cause she’s a sunrise chaser, on the farm from dawn, Planting hopes, her hands digging on. Yeah, she looks like she’s had it easy, But those calluses weren’t born breezy. She’s been working hard, loving every scar, This life's her choice, and she's come far. **Bridge:** Underneath that polished grace, Is a woman who’s found her place. She’ll outwork the dawn, strong and free, Not the girl you think you see. **Chorus:**

I remember it all started in 1929 when me and Diana came to Alaska To homestead some of this free government land. Forty mile from the nearest gravel road We cut our life in the ponderosa pines We sweated hard to beat the winter snow But the cabin's up and we've got lots of times. What have you got planned tonight Diana Would you consider laying in my arms I love you more than ever now Diana I'm sure you're the reason I was born. Jim was born the first year we were here Look at him my God he's almost grown The baby's in the cradle fast asleep Just think in no time he'll be up and gone. What have you got planned tonight Diana Would you consider laying in my arms I love you more than ever now Diana I'm sure you're the reason I was born. The time sure does fly doesn't it Dianna It's been almost two years now since, since you've been gone Speaking of time I guess you know that mine's 'bout up I'm gonna see you tonight Just another breath or two and I'll be home by the way. What have you got planned tonight Diana Would you consider laying in my arms I love you more than ever now Diana I'm sure you're the reason I was born...

Where did life go…I aged for sure….I tried to grow Not sure I know….or if I did Cause in my head I’m still a kid My mind was sharp…I showed some wit But now my thoughts …... mix up a bit I need time left…..to mean more Than just time gone…..like time before The doctors say….It might not grow…but it’s still there It’s like I’m drowning….I can’t get air I’m not ready….I’m not prepared… For in my head I’m still a kid I write these words while up a tree One last big buck …..I’d love to see I wish all this made sense to me But in the sun…the cool crisp air…. My wife and kids….my thoughts go there Will they ever know the love I feel Can this be it…..could this be real How can I get across to them….get them to hear Keep each other close….to hold time dear…. Time goes by… gone with the wind.. In my head I’m still a kid Good-bye darkness…you are no friend I’ll ride the light….to home again.. Good life I’ve led….. I’m sure I did.. But in my head I’m still a kid No one says or no one knows If or when the cancer grows I’ll take the time….I’ll spend it well I’ll try hard…..I’ll try to live Cause in my head I’m still a kid

Mireille mon amie et alliée du club des 5. née le mardi 23 avril 68, elle déclenche une grève sauvage. Mai 68 est arrivé. Le slogan de sa vie « Il est interdit d’interdire ». Mireille était presque toujours très agile … elle rêvait de jouer un jour dans la Jupiler Pro League. Mais elle décide de sacrifier sa vie à la science. Elle démarre au Chem le 6 juin 1995. La sérologie, la biochimie n’avaient plus un seul secret pour elle. Comme une vraie partisane Mireille s’est également battue comme un Soldat des troupes régulières de la qualité ISO, dans le territoire occupé par pause-café. Elle a toujours su garder son sang-froid en situation de crise et n’hésite pas de prendre les choses en main quand la situation l'exige. Mireille est Astucieuse, Vive d'esprit, méticuleuse, Déterminée, obstinée parfois à la limite d’être scrupuleuse Fort consciencieuse, elle accomplie sa mission tant que maman de 3 ados avec beaucoup d'application. Elle se bat comme une tigresse pour eux. Parfois avec une Jupi dans la main. Attentionnée elle est l'amie parfaite, elle pense aux autres, s'inquiète pour eux, et cherche à les faire plaisir, elle est drôle. Joyeux anniversaire Mireille

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The citric acid cycle is a metabolic pathway that connects carbohydrate, fat, and protein metabolism. The reactions of the cycle are carried out by eight enzymes that completely oxidize acetate (a two carbon molecule), in the form of acetyl-CoA, into two molecules each of carbon dioxide and water. Through catabolism of sugars, fats, and proteins, the two-carbon organic product acetyl-CoA is produced which enters the citric acid cycle. The reactions of the cycle also convert three equivalents of nicotinamide adenine dinucleotide (NAD+) into three equivalents of reduced NAD+ (NADH), one equivalent of flavin adenine dinucleotide (FAD) into one equivalent of FADH2, and one equivalent each of guanosine diphosphate (GDP) and inorganic phosphate (Pi) into one equivalent of guanosine triphosphate (GTP). The NADH and FADH2 generated by the citric acid cycle are, in turn, used by the oxidative phosphorylation pathway to generate energy-rich ATP. One of the primary sources of acetyl-CoA is from the breakdown of sugars by glycolysis which yield pyruvate that in turn is decarboxylated by the pyruvate dehydrogenase complex generating acetyl-CoA according to the following reaction scheme